Blackfoot Forest here the anthem do commence; love and constancy is dead

this looked lonely <3 hope this is ok

He wanders the territory with hesitation, his body low and his ears perked for any sounds. He is healed-- mostly-- but worries that Keirkegaard will show up and attempt to remind him who now rules here. To the pack, it seems, it is still Aaron, but officially it will continue to be the ghostly man. 

His wife's wonderful scent floats past him, and he is rerouted altogether. She has been distant as of late, and he wonders why exactly, but has not had the energy or ability to seek her out and ask. He finds her in the woods, among pink flowers and scattered ant-hills, looking angry and confused. He notices this, but does not mention it right away. Instead, he lets out a low chuff, bowing his head in playful respect. She is technically above him, and he grants her the respect that is due. "Have you been hiding from me?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at her and smiling jovially.