Life had gone almost too fast for Khaden as he swept through the borders of Twilight Vale. The pack's borders had seen so much, Khaden had seen so much. And now that Ember was gone to Shadowed Sun, and Khaden was left watching nothing more than an empty room. He had sulked listlessly around the Manor, unsure of how to even react against anything. Conri was gone, Savina was in a frenzy, and Naniko was surely pregnant. Khaden was confused, wrapped up in his own stupor of how to interpret the life around him, how to react. He wanted the company of others, but at the other hand, he didn't. The male just didn't know what to do with himself.
Gray and weary, Khaden passed easily through the invisible walls of his own pack, out to search for some identification, or even just some solace from this apathy and angst that seemed to riddle his own head. The weather deemed fitting for such an appropriate occasion, and it took no time at all to soon be soaked through and through, his large secui form sopping wet with his long mane seemingly longer because of it. His body seemed to appear more shaggy, larger, and far more beastly than what he felt. The trees that dotted the terrain did naught but plunk larger, fatter droplets betwixt his coat, so he couldn't help but shrug at the figure nice and toasty dry underneath a little bough.
Inclining his head just slightly, he tossed his head free of any surplus of water. "What are you doing here?"
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