The tall imposing figure stood a fixed to his shop, currently working on rebuilding it. Spring was on it’s way and the subtle changes in the sky told him that the sun would soon come and melt away the memories or loss thereof of them that plagued him recently. Stretching for a brief moment the warrior surveyed the surroundings. It seemed like it would take months to rebuild but the shop would give him purpose again, and he could begin his grand plan to cast himself a new in a shell of steel and craft a new weapon mighty enough to symbolize the new strength he was finding in himself.
A howl rose up against the back drop of the void, ringing along the leafless branches and hollow caverns. Bouncing from one fallen tree to another casting an eerie glow to the day. Another soul at their borders, another wanderer, another mutt looking for entry he gathered. He hadn’t greeted anyone at the borders in a few weeks, but now his memories had become much more intact and he was able to reasonably ascertain pack member from outsider. With a grunt he decided to go to the call. Taking his time, in no particular hurry at all. Again it was his way of things, he never liked playing by someone else’s rules, nor did he like making others around him comfortable. He hoped it was just another member of another pack asking about dahlia, the prospect of another joiner all happy and rambunctious to enter then to leave two weeks later didn’t appeal to him at all.
Finally the tall behemoth appeared at the clearing, blue orbs looking over the wolf as his arms crossed, showing off just exactly why he was called a behemoth in certain areas. Instantly he felt a loathing for this individual with the way they carried themselves, submissive and timid way before any wolf showed up to their call. Weak and pitiful where the words he wanted to tell this wolf, but Conor wouldn’t approve, and even he didn’t feel like arguing with the Alpha over his choices at the border. So he stood there for a few moments, silent, letting the uncomfortable silence grow as his eyes burned a trailed at the individual, wondering if any worth would show its way through.
“You have reached the borders of Dahlia De Mai, what is your business?” he asked in a straightforward manner.
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