HAI I LOVE YOU
The cloud-colored werewolf was not particularly optimistic today. He'd been contemplating his elder children lately; despite his efforts he had heard nothing of them. The closest he'd come had been Gabriel's mention of one of them being artistic—and didn't it show what a poor parent he was that from the golden-furred hybrid's description he did not even know which of his sons was artistic! He assumed it was not Zorish. Blindness certainly hindered artistic ability, though that hadn't seemed to stop his son in many other areas of life. Rurik hoped that his lack of sight had not led him to ruin or death—the world was a cruel place, crueler so for one deprived of his senses.
Rurik was painfully aware his younger children were not so young anymore—they were a year and a year and four months old today. They would not be children forever. He could do nothing to vitiate them as young adults; he would refrain from clinging to them and trying to keep them close. It was their right, he knew, and so he had not hesitated when Silas had headed to Inferni. He did worry about his son, though, and his attempt to gain information about her earlier in the day hadn't worked out so well. Now he was drifting aimlessly, feeling rather disconnected from Silas. This upset him, and he stood up, turning into the wind.
As if it was some kind of sign, the scent of an Inferni canine blew his way. She was unfamiliar to him; the silver-furred werewolf certainly didn't identify her as one of Gabriel's siblings by scent alone. But the fact that she was of Inferni was enough for him—after all, Rurik didn't smell like any pack. He'd hung out in Cour des Miracles some weeks ago, sure, but by now Strelein's scent and the pack scent had long faded from his coat. The Russian wolf moved toward the scent, absently tracking it and making no moves to conceal his approach. It would do him no good to go sneaking up to anybody. Waving a paw in the air and offering a wave, he halted several feet away. “Hey there, kisa,” he said, a friendly smile placed on his muzzle.
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