A Moment Of Bliss, A Time Like This

Nephlim Island was just a temporary home for now, until his new pack would travel back to the mainland to the west. They were reforming after the loss of their original rights as a pack to a complete stranger, a tool for some other pack, as it would seem. The man would merely shake his head at the thought. Honestly... sometimes he wondered if packs fought merely to cause trouble for each other. Was it truly so hard to live in peace? Alacritia was a large landmass for what he had gathered, so surely there couldn't be that much competition for things such as prey and land.

The brute would come to rest on the rocky beach, cerulean orbs turned to look out towards the ocean in silence. He had yet to see Meili again, but he was certain he would find his sister again. He would... and he was sure she would return to the reconstructed pack when she appeared again. Arwel would flick his ears forward, feeling the warmth of the sun falling down upon his back, warming his body. If he got too hot, of course, he could always go for a short swim. It was a lovely summer day, after all.