Sex: MaleIt had been easy to leave behind his den in Cedarwood Forest to pursue actively a pack to integrate himself into or rather try to. The den had been temporary, hallowed out and widened to accommodate his broad, and tall form but remained otherwise untouched by his presence except for his scent which would, with the passage of time, fade. Strato was not particularly into the whole ‘den decorating’ thing though he harbored a secret affinity for collecting colorful rocks, bones and feathers. Probably because as a small child he had been adorned with these things as gifts and as such had become fascinated with them at a young age. He could remember the day he’d first laid eyes on a male cardinal and his brilliant red plumage. He declared to his father Cikuq that he wanted the bird’s feathers and though as a young child he had not been aware of exactly how the feathers had been taken from the bird all he had known was his father had, about a week later (after his childish mind had all but forgotten about his bold and commanding declaration) Cikuq had brought to him an antler adorned with the red feathers of the cardinal. In an act of stupidly (for there is no other word to better describe it) he had given it away as an empty and hollow gift to one of his numerous conquests during his active status as Playboy in Kodiak Woods; and as the only son of the Alpha Male he fancied himself a rather hot commodity. Still did, even though he was fairly sure no one here knew of Kodiak Woods and no one gave two rat shits about where he came from. Strato, though struggled with being at the proverbial bottom of the totem pole, rather liked that. He no longer lived under the Dark Twins’ shadow(s). In Relic Lore he could bring his own legacy to the Arrluk name instead of living up to the one pre-set for him by Sinaaq and Cikuq, and that was something that Stratovarius could and would challenge himself with.
The morning was partially cloudy, and a little warmer today than it had been in a while, though it was still cold enough that he could faintly see his breath as his furled from his leathery black nose at each expel of breath as his large paws carried him forward, rather at random. He did not know these lands, and while in a sense he was wandering, he was also lost. Without a guide learning the lands was a harrowing experience based off of his skills as a tracker, following faint trails left from wolves who had traveled his particular path earlier, and the guessing game. Pride would never let him ask for a guide, neither would his determination. How else was he to keep his tracking skills sharp if he did not use them, after all? He did not want Pandora’s lessons -- really the only time he was allotted to spend with his mother after he had been entirely weaned off of her milk -- to be in vain. Steps faltered as he paused, head bowing to the earth to inhale at the bracken covered earthen floor, nose twitching slightly as his head then rose, ears thrusting forward atop his head at the sound of water. Icy, silver-blue eyes scanned his surroundings, glimpsing over his shoulder out of habit as his tail twitched against his back haunches before he headed in the direction he’d heard the faint rippling of water.
It did not take Strato long to find the lake, and as he neared the bank he lowered his head to lap gratefully at the water, having not realized how thirsty he’d been until he was presented with a large portion of drinkable liquid. Ears swiveled to the sides of his skull as he drank, listening for any signs of foreign noises, or for approach.
The lights won't guide you through; they're decieving you
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