Wolf RPG

he finally made it back to the glacier; a miasma of emotions brewing beneath his skin, sitting hot and heavy in his chest. all the while: the question 'what was wrong with the glacier?' revolves 'round and 'round his head as he makes his way by sheer muscle memory alone to the burial place of his parents.

alone, the grave was left to rot: left to scavengers and gravediggers. once more, arius is filled with the hot rage of the fact that changing everything his father had built was a giant 'fuck you'. there was nothing of it ( as far as arius cared to see ) that remained wintersbane's original vision.

if issorartuyok wanted to make a pack his own: why hadn't he left and just started over? instead of corrupting what wintersbane had made for his own children? more and more, arius is assured that leaving is the right decision for him. he does not agree with ...anything happening and no longer felt that he, as one of wintersbane's heirs, had any role to play in it.

where that leaves him ... he hoped he might figure out. it's that thought that draws him to the grave of his parents, settling into a sphinx-like position beside it as he contemplates it all.

he found himself drawn to the cold.  it was curious to him.  the top of his mountain had always been covered in snow, but he had never encountered a glacier.  carefully, he looked around until the silhouette of a stranger caught his eye.

he had no way of knowing how similar they were, but found himself drawing forward despite himself.  good day, he said, slowing to a halt once he was a few paces away.

arius, lost to his own heavy contemplations, does not expect anyone to stumble across him. when he it happens, he is startled, hackles bristling along his back; guarded. he tries to soothe them down when the stranger greets him, noting the amiable words sent his way. still, he cannot help but feel defensive: this is the grave of his parents, after all.

hello. arius greets simply. what brings you to the glacier? he cannot help but ask.