He stifled a yawn, pale eyes fluttering shut for a moment as his bad sleeping habits caught up with him. He shook it off, though, gazing up curiously at the sun. It was the one thing that had remained constant in his wanderings, always warming the ebony patches of his thick fur when he trotted along to nowhere. "Well, I haven't done this in a while," he murmured with a drowsy smile, settled onto his side on the still-damp grass to sunbathe.
The muscular black-and-white male shambled along, his pale blue eyes sweeping around the seemingly deserted pack territory. The pack had now been formed for a fair amount of time, and yet, he hadn't really explored the land on his own. "I really am too laid-back," he noted with a wry smile. He waited for everything to fall in his lap, and of course, that never happens in real life...
As his wide paws padded on the muddy grass towards the edge of the field, he spotted several tracks that were almost his size. Certainly not one of the girls. As Slay lowered his muzzle to catch the scent, he realized it was male... A bristle rippled down his spine, fur prickling with automatic rejection. He didn't want males here. He wanted everything to stay serene and safe, no testosterone, no fighting and wooing and drama. A foolish wish that could never happen. With a grunt, he shook his ruff and moved on. The tracks were old anyway. The stranger had probably left.
Lost in his musing, Slay stumbled across signs of another visitor, and another. He hadn't realized that so many curious wolves had entered their Dahlia de Mai sanctuary. He hadn't seen Mew or Hanna or Colibri for days... Was everything okay? He thought he'd heard a pained howl several nights ago, but when he rose from his fitful sleep, all was silent, and he had no idea what direction it had come from. He hadn't mentioned it to Cercelee, probably because it hadn't come up, but he never settled on a specific den or dwelling to sleep in. He was too uncomfortable with enclosed spaces to sleep anywhere but out in the open, so he generally chose a soft spot in the graveyard to slumber, and of course, wherever he happened to drop during the day.
Come to think of it, he hadn't seen Cercelee of late, either. She was the one he felt closest to, of course, the spunky young leader, who loved to tease and play with him. Some of the things she said seemed to hint that she even wanted more than a friendship, but he wasn't sure how exactly to approach that subject. Cer was pretty, to be sure, and age wasn't that much of a concern of his. It was just... He knew he would let her down, if she actually expected anything of him. But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed their games of wit. Slay felt his muzzle crinkle into a grin, remembering their last banter. It was good to have an actual friend, even if she was his superior in rank. She wasn't old enough to realize that she could hold it over him. Slay sighed, dropping to his haunches. As leader, she was probably seeing these visitors, and taking care of things. Perhaps he was forgotten already. After all, he was more of a burden than anything. He was given the rank of hunter, but after that one hunt together, they had all wandered off to catch their own small game. The fields were abundant with rabbits, and there were fish up and down the coast, so his position was rather pointless.
"Maybe this is just the way things are in life... I figured a pack would be different, but I might as well be a loner again."
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