While the Arctic male was bred for winter, he had grown sick of the overwhelming amount that had engulfed the lands of Relic Lore. Prior to last winter the long-legged healer had been particularly fond of the white substance, but after losing Anastasia to a snow storm Lachesis had begun to loathe it. It was cold and irritating, and chased away prey. He could feel hunger gnawing at his insides as the deer became scarce, and he worried frequently about the pups and whether they were getting enough food. He would do whatever necessary to ensure that they, and the wolves of Cut Rock, survived the winter. XIX would not allow any of his packmates fall to the deadly ice-grip of winter.
Even though the snow irritated him, the alabaster male moved effortlessly through it as he weaved through the trees. Since Mali he had not scented many strangers near the border and couldn’t help but wonder if the loners had found homes for the winter. It would be foolish for a lone wolf to remain isolated as the snow piled up – with food being so scarce, they would surely not survive the winter without a pack. Cut Rock was not desperate for members, but they could certainly increase their numbers. Although there would be more mouths to feed, it would mean they would have a better chance of finding food and bringing down larger prey.
It had taken many months – almost an entire year – but Lachesis was finally happy once more. After the loss of Anastasia the healer had almost given up. He had heavily self-medicated himself and isolated himself from the pack, refusing to interact with even Maksim and Capella. If it had not been for the persistence of Bastet he wasn’t sure that he would have recovered. He had slowly been losing his mind, and if it was not for the tough-love that the raven-coloured female had given him, he would have completely lost himself. Lachesis had come so far in the year since Ana’s disappearance. He had gained a respectable role within the pack, and had climbed his way up the ranks without having to challenge another wolf. And now, while Maksim was out of commission, he was temporarily leading Cut Rock – something that he could not have pictured himself doing a year ago. His stutter, which had been a permanent accessory, was no longer haunting him. Although still lanky and somewhat awkward looking, XIX had filled out into quite a handsome adult and was now taking care of himself properly. He no longer stood submissively, with his shoulders hunched and his eyes darting around, but stood tall and proud. He only wished that his china doll could see him now.
As he weaved through the trees XIX searched for both the scents of loners and potential prey. He was glad that he had over-stocked his inventory prior to the snowfall, as it was almost impossible to find herbs under a blanket of snow. Hopefully he would not have to go through much of his herbs this winter…
stick with those who stick with you