<blockquote>The wolf that made his way through the willows truly was a distortion of the wolf that had passed here last. The last time he had been here he had been relatively carefree, beautiful, intact. The wolf that passed now was broken, battered, bruised and half starved. On the right side of his face, his fangs were constantly exposed, his lip, torn from his face, ears tattered and body scarred. He carried a mild limp today, exhausted from his travels... He had finally found a way back, through the rubble of the landslide... and he was a long way from Copper Rock Creek, if Copper Rock Creek even existed anymore. Ruiko’s scent was gone, Aeylen’s too. Perhaps they had moved the pack elsewhere?
His head swung from side to side as he took in his surroundings, left eye clouded from where his sisters tooth had pierced through the sensitive membrane, although it was hardly a disability, he could still partially see from the damaged eye. On bright days, it was worse, and so he stuck to the shadows. His bones were clearly lined, making his sparse fur stick out at all angles. He was lost in his own thoughts, but he still had his wits about him. Probably more-so now than he did that night...
Finally, he happened across a strange but familiar scent... The last time he had met with her had been at Grizzly Hollow, but it would seem Elettra finally had a pack of her own. Mixed emotions passed the golden wolfs twisted face. He thought for a moment to howl, but the border was well marked. If he just waited long enough, patiently enough... He was sure someone would pass by perhaps they would have need of him. He needed to be needed.</blockquote>