12-13-2007, 09:10 PM
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The male kept his head down, gruffly fighting the cold that threatened to chill him to the bone. he hated winter. He abhored winter. If there was a way to escape it, oh, he certainly would. but being home was a new gift, a different kind of gift, and he welcomed it with open arms. It was a daily habit to come and see his mother and aunt's gravestones, it either began his day or ended it. Today though, his focus was on the figure who no longer belonged in the lands, and who had thought it proper to waltz in without permission. A scowl, so uncharacteristic of the man he had grown to be, flashed across his features as he looked at the female. She did not smell of his home, and she did not smell of anything welcoming. Thoughts of Storm turned to thoughts of Risika, and he could not bare that loss anymore than he could bare the loss of Colibri.
"You are a ways from home." He stated dully, eyes of bright blue flashing against the pale of his fur. "Is it your custom to ignore a pack's borders, or is today special?" He was not strict about many things, but about pack policies, wolf policies he happened to be. The golden moon on his right flank was covered briefly by his swaying tale, an almost cat like motion exposing his truth; he knew this figure, and thought little of it. Like Aiji, Iskata had ran away from home long, long ago. In fact, he could hardly remember growing up with any of them, Adrastos in Storm, Laika his twin always gone.....Iskata running off with the apothecary, and Aiji just wandering away. He had very few happy memories from his childhood, and not from his earliest adult years either. It was not until Konane, and then Tybalt, that he knew happiness. How unfortunate.