Kansas had not wandered away from Crimson Dreams this late in the day since the pack was established. Since his last little, which had been a sullen one for many reasons, he'd been searching for a chance to leave the comfort of his home and do something interesting. Savina was off taking care of whatever things she needed to take care of, and the pups were sleeping in the safety of the Manor. It felt a little weird to leave them alone, but he knew they'd be okay. They were old enough now to be less than appreciative of smothering. Enough of the pack was in the house with them so that they could be attended to should they need anything.
His paws took him northward. He came across the graveyard by complete accident, but it ruptured a place within him that had been left alone for many weeks. This was where humans buried their dead. He suddenly felt a bit sick as his thoughts drifted to his mother's body and how it had been... taken care of. These graves held the bones of long-since rotted beings. Had Iskata's body been left to rot, except out in the open without the courtesy of a burial? His unexpected, morbid thoughts choked him up for a moment, warmth rising in his throat. As he entered the graveyard and moved among the headstones, the sounds of someone blundering about and a pale figure up ahead caught his attention almost simultaneously. "Shit..." he muttered without thinking. Now, not only was he upset, he would be forced to deal with two strangers in an undeniably creepy place. Kansas hesitated, then closed the short distance between himself and the paler wolf. He flashed a weak smile to the man, then threw his gaze toward the coal-hued one. "Uh, hi," he offered, referring to both.
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