Wapun Meadow Waking Up to the Unknown

The silvery pelted male nods in agreement at letting fate decide where to take him. Then as his differently colored eyes watch him, he can see the longing for something that is no longer there in his eyes. Elijah has known loss, but he’s so numb to it now that it’s almost normal. Of course that doesn’t stop him from trying to prevent loss. Especially when it deals with another that he holds dear, which sadly isn’t many.

“Yellowstone.” He parrots back checking his mental filing cabinets for the possibility of familiarity. Yet, unfortunately, nothing rings a bell. “I hate to say, but I don’t know of the place.” He says back. Then responding to the males previous sentence he grunts. “I sadly, don’t have time for fate. Gotta get back to where I came from as fast as possible.” 

Standing he shakes himself off again. “Gotta make a livin’ killin’ shit you know?” He chuckles then tilts the scarred side of his face down in a nod. “That’s how this got here. I assume the beast marked me. Yet I remember nothing and don’t feel any pain aside from this massive fucking headache.” He shakes his head in disbelief.