It seemed like smoke was whiring before Garmir's eyes, rising from the cold ground upon which he laid on. If there was fire then he did not feel the burn, nor pain. He was surrounded by white flames that took many shapes and forms around him, his earth colored paws only contrast to what he saw. This felt strange, out of place, but the wolf could not figure out what was it that made this scene so bizarre and unreal. He closed his eyes for a moment, to catch his breath and just... think.

Garmir opened his eyes again and this time, the scene was different. He noticed he was laying on the ground, his fore legs spread before him and the flames were gone. He saw light before him, but more curiously, he saw a shadowy figure standing before him, faceless, blurry to his eyes. His eyes widened and he felt like his breath was taken from him. Father..

He opened his mouth and in single breath, whispered; ᚠᚨᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛁᛗ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚹᛟᚱᛏᚻ ᛁᛏ* -his voice shattering and breaking as he uttered it. He lifted his body higher, his fore legs twiching as he struggled to support himself upright. There was fear and shame in his green eyes as he stared at the figure before him.

Sun was beaming directly into Garmir's eyes and as he blinked again, the scene before him changed. The figure was not there anymore, nor was there any flames or smoke. Only him, standing in the open, surrounded by snow and his own vapor as he breath through his mouth, still panting and his heart racing. It took a moment for Garmir to catch his bearings again, but he realized he had been seeing nothing but ghosts of his own creation, his imagination. Only now, did he notice movement before him. Perhaps he had not imagined the the shadowy character after all..

Garmir was regaining his senses and as he did so, mostly figured out what was going on. He had been dreaming, lingering at the edge of conciousness after long and unceasing travel in his search for Anaeia. Without realizing it, he must have fallen asleep while walking and what he saw was but his mind filling in limited information it gathered. His father was dead, this was someone else. And it spoke.

There ws something funny in that short, careful greething he made. Garmir's ear perked at the strangers direction and he took deep breath, calming down. His eyes were still adjusting and the sun shining at him - and reflecting from snow made it harder to outright see whom he was facing, but his pelt was definately dark. Garmir stared at him for a while, not directly into the eyes, but studying his form rather. After he was done, he finally switched his gaze at the other's face, his stern gaze breaking a smile briefly. "Sir? Really?"

He begin to approach, his steps still somewhat unsteady, but relaxed. This wolf was not in best shape, signs of starvation evident in his form. He was tall for his build, but much thinner than what would be normal. "No-one has ever called me sir. Did you mother teach you such...fine manners?"

Garmir understood he looked a wreck, so there was nothing offensive in the youngster's statement. He let a sigh and sat down as if gravity itself would have been much greater on him than in the other. "No offence taken."
-He murmured in turn as his head dropped downwards and he leaned on his forelegs for support.

"You don't seem to be doing so great either - not that I meant to offend. Where's your pack? Surely you are not travelling alone, are you?" -The earthen colored male asked him, not sincerely interested in knowing how the stranger was doing, as he shared far less concern for him than what he might share for Garmir. He merely wanted to know if he was approaching territory of another pack. If he should be more careful. Daesamar seemed little too young to be adventuring alone, even if he looked able bodied.

Garmir's nose was pointed down towards the ground and he seemed somewhat absent while Daesamar spoke to him. His eyes dropped every now, but his ears were still pointed at the youngster telling his story. After a moment, sitting upright like this proved to be too heavy for him and Garmir slumped down, tilting his head to the side while he laid there. Even when Daesamar told who he was and asked to hear name in turn, Garmir did not reply but instead simply stared at the snowy scene that opened before him, watching his breath turn into vapor.

His breathing was calming down and he then let out deep breath. "Before I say anything else, please cease calling me 'sir'. It is really itching me from wrong places." Now that he had got that out, he murmured again. "I would normally laugh at the thought of wolf getting lost while hunting, but seeing that I too am lost, I don't think I can really afford that." -he said, his muzzle twisting into a smile as he said that. "Garmir. That is my name."

The earthen colored male snorted, snow flying in front of his nostril as he almost caught Daesamar calling him sir again. Normally, he would have corrected him, but right now he had no energy to do anything that required physical effort. So Squirrel he be. "Im not so sure. My name could be translated to.. 'poor devil' if you really tried to get behind its meaning. It is kinda befitting though, I admit." -He shed some light to his name's origin, since the other found it so exotic. He too had a thing to say about the pup's name. "Daesamar.. Thats long name. Anything shorter I can call you?"

Garmir was not one to believe in fate but it was somewhat interesting two lost wolves happen to cross paths like this. Garmir however was not so much lost as in not knowing where to go. He had lost his purpose. "Meant to cross paths? That implies something is playing with us, our lives and I sure as hell don't like that idea."

The earthen male despised idea that he was not master of his own fate. If something was thruly playing with him and setting him on the path he had taken, then that was one cruel deity.