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Through the black forest, he went. His eyes flashed yellow-green in the dark. Thin clouds sailed across the stars, and a light rain bathed the mountain in a mantle of mist. His grey fur prickled with raindrops. The cool air tasted sweet, fresh, and alive with scents of other wolves: his pack mates; his new kith and kin. He perked his ears as he went, listening for them, but hearing only the delicate
plink of rain on the shaggy canopy overhead.
Just as well. He would learn their names, their faces, in time.
Goldry padded on a narrow path where the thick detritus of pine needles and damp leaves silenced his steps. He followed it up and up in a switchback pattern until it leveled out and the forest around it thinned to nothing. It panned into a wide, flat ledge that overlooked a dark basin of trees. The path continued ascending the mountain along the far left side, but Goldry stopped following it.
The weak moonlight, half obscured by clouds, and the soft rain washed over him as he padded into the rocky clearing. A cold, brisk wind stole his breath away.
He strode to within a foot of the edge. His whole body tingled, and he felt almost weightless as he peered over it. His jaw clenched. But he smiled, too. He wanted to absorb that view below: the bristling forest and rocky crags inundated in dark shadows and pale mist; and above: the silver-slate mountain peak rearing up into a sea of rainclouds. The home of his new family – of Tonravik and Aguta; of Tartok – enraptured him.
Soon, he hoped, the wolves of Tartok would enrapture him too.
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The granite gradients of their home were shrouded in night, illuminated by Luna's pallid boon. Where morning dared to light up the skies in the east, rainclouds roiled in the west. The clouds sapped the saturation. In turn, the reverberant colors below were dingily hollow. Once day reached their skies, it would be a long, bleak day. They would not feel the sun's warming touch. This was but a warning of what was to come: the purging of the weak, the renewal of life.
Vehiron wanted nothing more than to curl up into the furthest reaches of his den and sleep. However, an energy rippled beneath his skin; electric, as it surged throughout him. It could not go ignored, so he uncoiled and stretched his tired limbs, coming to exit his hovel. What greeted him outside was a light drizzle...and a nippy breeze. Not his cup of tea. The cold always made his joints ache, especially when it rained.
With an indignant snort, he traversed the mountain, doing nothing in particular other than familiarizing himself with the nooks, crannies, and possible shortcuts. He spotted nothing scurrying about beneath him, still resting for the day ahead. Vehiron tardily ascended the peak only to come across a gray outline standing atop one of Silvertip's many drop-offs. He could smell Tonravik upon him, so that alone put him at ease. He approached Goldry, his talons noisily clicking against the rock. Eerily enough, the sound seemed to carry, inhabiting the mountain's many vestibules.
“Quite exhilarating, no?” Scratchy were his vocals, sleep evident on his countenance and stature. Just who was this man? Where did he stand in this merry band of misfits?
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The stranger's nails clicked against the rocks like the ticking hand of a clock, warning Goldry of his approach well ahead of time. He swept his ears back, listening, and his black nose ferreted out the stranger's potent scent amidst the many pungent odors on the damp air. As the yet unknown Tartok wolf sidled from the shadows, Goldry spied warily over his shoulder to see him: a sleek and swarthy man with burning blue eyes and fine white trim from chest to tail. He was lithe and elegant, with a sort of shaggy nape to soften his scarred face. He was handsome, yet Goldry felt oddly disquieted by him.
Goldry raised his tail at the other's approach, and kept his focus on him even as he glanced back at the misty wood below. He flexed his claws against the bare rock and rubbed his teeth together in silent contemplation. He was alert and fully prepared for trouble. Other males set him on edge.
“Yes,” he agreed, and, after a breath, turned to face Vehiron properly.
He saw, then, a familiar softness about the other's face and pose, as if he rejected sleep though it dogged his steps. Goldry knew that feeling well; it haunted him all the prior year during his travels. He gave his Tartok brother a little, empathetic smile, and though Goldry relaxed, his senses were still sharp and firmly fixed on his new companion.
“Trouble sleeping?” he asked.
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One gleaming gold eye examined him, tension sneaking into the stranger's body. Vehiron could see the taut skin of the male's hackles, twitching as a sign of mistrust. He did nothing to subjugate Goldry's uncertainty, even as he raised his tail like a flag. If it was a implied objection of some sort, Vehiron paid it no mind. Now was not the time to fuss over ranks. Now was the time for introduction, for forming connections. This branch of Tartok was but a riffraff gathering because no one knew each other. They were lacking unity. Vehiron knew of a surefire way to break the ice, but one-on-one meetings were nice, too. At least he could focus his attention on one wolf, and not a dozen.
When Goldry turned to face him, he wasn't quite expecting the softness in his eyes – like he related to his sleeplessness. The infinitesimal smile that tugged at his lips drove home this fact. “Yeah. Cold, showery days make my joints ache.” He was so insouciant in this reveal, he secretly hoped Goldry would see this as a sign of trust. He did not expect the man to gush about every misfortune in his life, no. Heavens no! Just contributing to the conversation would be enough.
“And to just get it out of the way: I go by Vehiron.” A name that meant nothing in these lands, he begrudgingly noted. Perhaps someday...
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The allowance to come closer – it was a pennant of trust. The proximity between them was only allowed by Goldry's say-so. Should his company have voiced dissatisfaction, Vehiron would have respected that. He had not, so the taupe warrior gave Goldry a gentle wag of his tail, solidifying their camaraderie. It was new, but it was there. Question was, would it last?
“No, you're fine,” he said in passing, shaking his cranium. At least Goldry was not being blatantly impetuous in his prying. The man waited to ask the questions when they mattered most. Not that Vehiron was excessively tight-lipped. He just did not respond well to force regarding the machinations of his mind (or his past).
“How? By settling down and startin' a family. To whom?” A darkness befell him, whittling away at his bearing and mood. It was not depression that made his throat constrict, but concern. “To myself.” He looked away from Goldry, glaring out at the failing light of day. He had a lot on his plate, and he was positive it was going to hunt him down until he was dead and rotted.
“Goldry, I –” His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat. “I've got an – an inglorious past.” It was here where he meagerly locked his eyes back onto Goldry's face. “I did many things I'm not proud of, but I did most of it for a reason. My actions were justified.”
It was all a ploy though, wasn't it? A ploy? No...no! There was a kernel of truth in there somewhere. He bled, he killed, for that truth! A truth that's done you no favors. Aside from planting a giant bulls eye on his back? Yeah, no favors. He sighed loudly, some of the tension leaving his body.
“No amount of “I'm sorry” could forgive what I've done, so...I'm trying to move on.” No redemption. “Live a good life. Work on the good things I want in my life.
“Sorry for gushin', by the way. I'm an ass for dumpin' all that on you...” He did a one eighty and jestingly said, “Your turn.” Well, that was one way to lighten the mood.
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No trust could be gained without trust in turn. It was as simple as that. Vehiron could understand Goldry's diffidence, but he must face everyone with hesitancy. It was an unfortunate venue of life, one in which he was well versed in. Honestly, his haste to make brand-new allies stemmed from the loss of his old cronies. Their treachery left him with nihility. That nothingness gaped and pulsed like an abscessed wound, and that wound birthed a seedling. It was a seedling of dubiety betwixt the two of them, but it was those assholes doing, not Goldry's. Trust is like a mirror. Once its broken, the cracks are still visible. Vehiron was trying to mend those cracks by meeting other wolves, but it was...difficult. Harder than he was letting on.
Goldry's emotions brewed artlessly, and that's what drew Vehiron in. The man did not keep down his feelings in order to seem distant, or to put up a facade that would only push him (and others) away. Even when he saw an inkling of pity (or was it suspicion?), Vehiron did not take it personally because this was thin ice they were treading on here. Why would he blow up in Goldry's face about conveying an emotion that was genuine? He would much rather see commiseration than impassivity, or worse yet: no emotion at all.
“Yeah, I know,” he abjectly whispered with a tiny grin. “Bad habit.”
He was not expecting Goldry to take up the torch. Surprise colored his features, but he listened to what the man had to say without interruption. Vehiron would have respected his reticence, but he went on about how he broke off from his pack in order to start his own family, only to relocate because his native land was no place for growing minors. Humans plagued his homeland...or maybe they were gone now? Nevertheless, it was reason enough to get the hell out of dodge. Nothing good ever came of humans.
“Then may your future be filled with repose.” Had he an ale, he would have lifted it to toast. Instead, he would have to settle with a sharp nod of his head. Silence settled between them as if a storm had passed. Vehiron made no attempt to converse further, complacent to watch the sun ascending in the east with his pack mate.