Life had been somewhat the same ole song and dance. Patrol, leave for a few days then come back patrol, watch over Dahlia with a keen eye and avoid Conor. Not that Saluce disliked him, he just wasn’t much in the mood to talk with him lately. Everything seemed turned upside down now, his will had faltered and he had reconsidered his current residence within dahlia. There were other packs he could leave for that he felt he could survive in sufficiently well. His problem here was maybe he had done such a damn good job with the younger wolves that they had moved up the ranks quicker than he had ever realized. It was the first time he had ever had to come to grips with the fact that an apprentice of his would out rank him or hold the same rank as him. He should have seen this all coming, should have known that the souls he taught Knowledge to, if they where worthy of his advice then they were truly souls worthy of leadership as well. These thoughts where things that irritated his sense of worth, knowing himself to be much more than a simple hunter, or little peon as well. It meant that either his patience wasn’t good enough or his talents had been overlooked and he often pondered if this problem was his own.
Today though he had made a brief trip to his shop, as if he was there for some purpose that he himself knew nothing about, but Sauls call only helped to further prove that nothing really happened for no reason. Lately he had let Saul run his shop, preferring to come and go for now while he sorted out these specific problems of his. Some how he felt like he needed to talk with Conor again, he had never thought of going to him for help before, but his mind was running wild and something in him knew that he needed to talk to him. His body slowly moved to procure the proper things, knowing what Saul was calling for. The male Slung a huge axe on one shoulder, another large hammer on the other. Then for comedic relief he wrapped a tool belt around his waist with a smaller hammer hanging from it along with other items he figured he would need. Finally he grabbed a saw from one of his walls, weighted down and loaded to the teeth with tools he started out in the direction of the call.
It took him a bit longer than he anticipated he hadn’t been working out like he usually did and his age reminded him that he couldn’t just survive on youth’s energy anymore, he’d have to work at keeping his impressive physique in shape or else he’d probably get fat or something terrible like that. The thought alone was detestable and he’d have to get back to work on conditioning. Now though his body carried him to the call, eyes looking for his young apprentice, having yet to touch base with the male.
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