Recognition flashed across the young wolfs face, this she-wolf was scouting as she had said. A soul holding together a ragged and worn pack to find a new home. Hollow felt a strange longing in his heart to ask to be part of it, but another part of him wanted to explore more of this place he had stumbled upon. Ambition sparked in him to be an alpha, leader of a strong pack of warriors, hunters and mothers, and families. He longed to lead and be looked up to revered by his packmates, and feared by enemies. As per life he knew that this dream was a long way off for him so he stored this away in his heart for he knew inside that if it was to be it would happen.
The thicket here was a good place for a pack to make its home he reflected, solid shelter good still fat prey, though the sting of winter had not yet arrived. The dense vegetation even in the dead of winter would still provide plenty of cover and shelter to a pack. Hollow was indeed pleased to find that there were packs in the forest, the lands he had traveled before were sometimes barren and devoid of life, even in summer months.
Her voice guarded and neutral giving way to the fact that she still upheld her pack in her heart to have a strong face to strangers. Her scent, as she approached gave way to the fact that she lived with others, it was enough for him to realize she already had a pack and it made him wonder what could have happened for a pack to need a new home. Disasters and wars he knew all too well could do those things, he had traveled through places and avoided vicious battles of packs fighting each other for land.
"If it helps any, I've had no trouble finding prey here, and there's plenty of shelter."
He truly had hoped to make his den here in the thicket so as to be alone when thoughts of his terrifying childhood surfaced. But a pack in need of home softened him and he would not try to stake claim if it meant depriving them of a home. At that thought instantly he felt his heart drop and his torn memories resurface.
Home, his parents, the terrible sight of their lifeless bodies, his own fear welling up inside him, the desperate run to put his distance between memories and his physical body, home, something he had lost.
"I hope your pack is well, you carry their scent so either they have no home or some other tragedy must have happened."
Hollow knew too much of tragedies, and hoped the old fear and sadness stayed out of his relaxed gaze.
(This post was last modified: Jan 05, 2013, 11:44 PM by Hollow.)