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The young wolf found himself wandering away from Lirim for a while. He was hoping the walk would clear his head, but lately it seemed like nothing would do that. He'd come away from his very first fight unscathed physically, but his mind had taken on some mental scarring that he couldn't quite shake. The things that had been done to Jewell weren't things he could fix and he was just as upset about it as he would have been if it'd been Kairi or Jaidah in Jewell's position. How was he supposed to rectify that situation? The thought to call another pack meeting and hold a trial to see what the male's punishment should be had crossed his mind. After all, the male was now in Lirim's borders under guard and he figured a vote to see his fate would be in order. Of course letting him go still wasn't an option, so really, what could he do with him? So far not much came to mind, but maybe some of his pack mates would be more successful in finding something. He found himself nearing the lake near his uncle's pack. As soon as he realized how close he was the thought crossed his mind to talk to Regulus. It wasn't like his mom was around to talk to ... but he didn't know the male well enough to ask his opinion, even if he was an experienced alpha. In the end Rory decided against it and instead came to stand in front of the lake and he let his front paws dip into the water. It was refreshing, especially in the desert, and he closed his eyes to silence the worries in his mind as he tried to enjoy the relaxation time. Walk, "Talk" Think |
ooc. Gabe is here to help <3
Back to the west he went, for no reason in particular. The lake where he had originally pondered setting up camp with his siblings pulled him back. It was serene and peaceful. A low hum of contentment escaped him, eyelids sliding closed. It didn't change much for him, but it felt right. Alabaster paws slipped through the plush grasses towards the gentle lapping of the shore. There was someone else here. Pupilless eyes would open again, sightless gaze finding itself fixated in the general direction of the scent. It was wafting from the lake itself. Was someone taking a dip? "Hello there," Low vocals would rumble. Hopefully he didn't startle whoever it was. The scent was that of a male, a young one. The musk of sexual maturity had yet to claim him. "am I interrupting something?" It was not in his interest to disturb anyone. If they needed him to leave, he would do so. There was a tension in the air, palpable to his senses only in the vaguest of ways. Was something amiss?
Thoughts "Others"
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Samael, as Gabriel's brother/stalker, will likely be making appearances in any/all of his threads to distantly stare at his interactions. Just an FYI.
**Also, his face is heavily scarred on the left side, none of his tables reflect this yet. Missing fur on the cheek, below the eye, and scars across the bridge of his muzzle and down his neck.