Saluce is grumpy old man again!
Saluce was out as always, patrolling and checking in on whomever he came across. Today he had broken the routine and was strolling along in his lupus form. It afforded him a lot of ease in travel, and with the cold he didn’t feel like lingering much in one place. Earlier he had picked up on some tracks inside dahlia that he could only guess belonged to one of his pupils. Paying it not much mind he continued along on his journey. Nose to the ground, ears standing up on his head as he went about his normal duties. Today would have been a good day, but he had been passed over again for promotion. Guessing only that this time it was due to his recent absence from the pack, if he let it, that wound could fester in him till he’d finally just leave the boy king by himself but a promise was a promise. Since the day he had returned he had harbored a bit of resentment toward him. The thoughts along brought a bit of anger toward him.
Again he felt a surge of anger fill his soul, aching for him to release it. Aching for him to tread up to the source of these thoughts and rip his throat out. But the thoughts where short lived for now, his teacher’s voice ringing in his head echoing teachings he still had to learn to live by. But still the thoughts remained if not dormant. His demeanor changing as if on cue as he lashed out on a sapling next to him, evidence that the monster still remained, chained but it remained none the less. This was his cross to bear, his punishment, to struggle with his anger, and to struggle with trusting his leadership. Cold blue eyes looked upon the broken sapling, the half inch trunk snapped easily between his teeth. Some part of him wished for him to unleash that. But again his eyes closed and he worked to clear his mind, worked to center himself.
As he was struggling with these facts his ears perked up rather quickly upon hearing Nayru’s chorus ring across the landscape. There wasn’t a sense of urgency to it but with her he never knew. His paws struck across the landscape with a thunder of power toward the pixies home. As he neared he smelled blood but was unable to define it and his pace quickened before her home was in view. As he slowed he smelled fire and his bristling form relaxed a bit as he circled around trying to discover why the call was given out. Slowly his massive form even in lupus form walked along until those blues discovered the door and found her scent much more evident in the room. Eyes looked around cautiously before settling on the women’s form by the fire. Now sure that she was okay his form relaxed as he approached, breathe was still labored from the unexpected run but his eyes looked curiously up at the female. She out ranked him now but at the moment it didn’t matter. If she chose to make a deal of it then well they would have to settle things the old fashioned way.
“why the howl? I gather you are okay?” he questioned quietly, as he neared the fire. Some primal part of his form was slightly nervous around the fire. Something that always happened when he relapsed back down to all fours, letting his more primal nature take precedence over his more refined nature.
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