He descended from the mountains and traveled through the Ghastly Woods. Along the way, he met a male named Ash, and his crazy woman Treena. Rolling that experience off his shoulders, he continued onward to see what else was hidden within the Lore. He would not wander far from his beloved mountain where his den resided, but he wished to get a grasp upon these lands.


It was quiet. The charred trees hung sullenly, their branches scorched and sad. Some appeared chalky; their bark was crumbling. He blinked in wonder, continuing forth, paws avoiding new saplings that poked from the earth's soils. With death comes life. He observed the regeneration, smiling softly to himself. Long after he had passed, this forest would be lush once more. He continued along, but suddenly halted, old leaves spraying upward at his sudden stopping. Raising his head, his dark eyes fell on a massive tree, appearing almost a ghostly white from being burned. It was knotted like mad, a large hole adorning the center of it. Tlarx pawed around the side of it, observing strange claw marks along the side of it. Bear marks? No, they were too small.


Curiosity pinched at him, and he stood on his hind legs, putting his large front paws upon the thick trunk of the tree. Jaws parted, and he released an airy woof towards the hole in the tree. His rounded ears flattened against his head as he gazed at the dark hole, awaiting something- what? Sighing aloud, he was about to lower himself when large yellow eyes peered from the hole. An owl. It gazed at him, as if to say What the hell do you want? Tlarx gazed in awe at the feathered creature, but felt the stare pierce into his eyes. The silvery wolf lowered himself from the tree, taking several steps back to observe the owl in the strange tree.

Tlarx's deep eyes watched the owl's eerie yellow ones. They were large and round, perfect in shape. With a flick of his tail, he turned as a voice entered his ears. Hackles rising in a startled manner, the large male choked back a snarl as the wolf suddenly introduced himself. Odd. He never threw out his name like that. Whatever. He seemed nice enough- for now. With an almost devilish grin, Tlarx raised his head upward "Hello there. This odd tree....well, look. Gaze at those yellow eyes in that hole, and tell me, do they not tell of a story?" There was old Thorn-Tongue coming out. He had his way with words when he wished, but normally the arctic wolf would speak normally as other would.


Dark eyes scanned the area as a scent tickled his nose. It reached beyond Koda's scent; it lingered within the ghostly trees. Someone else was here. He released a loud grunt in slight annoyance- he absolutely despised those who would sneak around. Turning his attention back toward Koda, the massive silvery male stood, awaiting what this creature would say next. Gaze would wander back to the hole of the tree here and there, where the owl continued to peer out at the wolves down below. He wondered why it continued to stare, what it was thinking. How long had it housed itself in this strange tree for? For one thing, it was a smart owl- no creature would want to make its home in such a creepy part of the forest. It must have lived a life of peace and quiet....that is until these damn wolves came along.

Tlarx nodded his head towards Koda. "Best he gets his rest now." With a final look at the feathered creature, Tlarx padded around the side of the tree where the strange claw marks are "These marks...I have no idea what the hell they're from. Rather interesting." He shook his large gray-white head at his own words. The scrapes were odd, and he could not put together the pieces as to what it may have been from. The wind blew softly, howling through the large hole of the eerie pale tree. The odor of the hiding female seemed to permeate the air, and he rolled his eyes. Whatever. Why the hell were some wolves so damn strange around here? It seemed as if it were a hit or miss with their personalities.


Looking back to Koda now, Tlarx pointed to the scratches in the trunk with his muzzle. Nostrils widened as he attempted to scent out the tree, but there was no odor to be registered. He blinked in a rather confused manner, bringing his head back upwards. "Ah well" the man said simply, shrugging his shoulders before turning away from the tree. He did not even know what kind of tree this was- or once was. Its bark had been scorched from the trunk, giving it a strange white appearance. There were lines throughout it, showing where insects had once been.


Flicking his flocculent tail, the massive man looked toward where the woman was hiding. His eyes were steel; a stoic face pointing towards the hidden female. Tlarx was not to amuse her; he would not call her out. With a small smirk, he looked back towards the older man.