Times were hard for the brute now that he couldn't find Ezimette anymore, anywhere. Not only because she was his love, but because she was the only one he was close to safe for Noc and Asterr. The rest of the pack he knew, sorta, but it weren't outstanding bonds. His hunger made his belly rumble with annoyance and he shh'd it every so often, not wanting to be hungry. His pack came before him, so any food he could find went to the caches. Only a small amount of his prizes went to his own mouth, and that was good to keep him going until the green returned.

Today, he awoke lonely on top of the cave where he always lay to watch the stars. He didn't like it downstairs all that much now that there weren't any plants, and so he stayed on the mountain. He was now completely adapted to walking here, and now he could look back at his first days with Asterr with laughter. Oh, how bad he had been at living so high up.

Jolon got up, ready to go hunt again, if he could find anything. He thought fishing was a splendid idea, if only he had experience in it. He had never fished before, even though he grew up in a place with many rivers. He was more of a run-hunter, than an I'll-wait-till-the-prey-comes-to-me-hunter. He made his way to the river he finally could locate, only to see another presence there, one he didn't recognize. She smelled of Asterr though, so it had to be good.

Good-morning. He spoke, making a little proper bow before her that didn't suit his massive build.

The female came toward him, and now he could finally observe her from up close. She looked a lot like Ezimette, only darker colored and with blue eyes. Same small yet muscled build, same species even if Jolon thought about it. He raised an eyebrow at the new face that was too familiar for words yet so foreign he had to questions his own sanity.

She was carrying a fish, and Jolon was glad he wasn't the only one to think of fishing now ground prey was scarce. When she asked if he was hungry though, he shook his head. I can't be hungry, not now while the rest needs it. I was just going to the river to fish as well to be honest. He spoke in a low, cold voice. It wasn't his intention to speak that way, it was just automatic with strangers. Luckily, Asterr had looked past that coldness and Ezimette had found a broken man underneath it all.

Company is always appreciated. He spoke formal, quite posh for a wolf his size and build. He took a few steps toward the river, looking back to see if she was following. She seemed kind of nervous, and Jolon didn't blame her for that. He was a dangerous sight, he knew. But he had morals, dreams, and it was hard to come on his bad side. He appreciated any soul that roamed the mountains he called home,as well as every creature that accompanied them.

He only had disrespect for dark souls, the one that were mentally insane. Like the man who had tried to rape his little snowflake that now seemed to be missing once again. He knew that if she stayed away for too long, she'd get thrown out again. He wasn't sure if Asterr was going to be as forgiving as last time...

They reached the river, and the brute's body loomed over the riverbed to look in the water. He had actually never fished before, so this should be interesting. He stared at the water, but soon his gaze wandered to the female next to him. She had caught a fish, could she learn him.

I hoped we were more than friends. He answered dreamily, but his soft smile turned into a frown, his brows furrowing. Haven't seen her in a while though... Do you know her well? He asked with a curious glint. They looked like they could be related, but he could be wrong.

Jolon was completely unaware of his handsomeness, and maybe that was what made him so admirable. He was far from stuck-up, far from filled with pride. He was the voice of battle, the voice of hard work. He even found himself the voice of reason at panicked times. He was loyal till the end, though he did realize by now that his loyalty was not always returned. One day, perhaps tomorrow, he will run into someone who will break his loyalty, make him a paranoid wreck.

Aha, it seems his gut had been right all along. He knew it was very possible this woman and his fiery little sprite were just a weird look-alike, that all arctic wolves looked a bit like each other, but no. They were related by blood. Two pretty ladies, bound with a soul yet one missing.

He was about to ask something else, but the gentle nudge prevented him from doing so. Oh well, if she was in the pack, it was very likely that they would run into each other again. He nodded to her, having no other questions, and made his way to the other side of the school. Ready. He said with a paw hovering above the water.

As soon as the pale female clawed the water with her paw, Jolon struck too. He was focused on one particular fat fish, one that almost screamed; I wanna die, I wanna die! Jolon smirked. He had never been one for killing souls on the mountains, but he didn't respect prey as much as he did wolves. This was his first time even attempting to catch something swimming, so he was quite nervous, but adrenaline pumped through his blood.

As he smacked the water's surface, sending up a big splash simultaneously with the sister of his flower, as well as the fish he had been aiming for. He couldn't believe the sight of the silver river creature flying majestically through the air onto the shore. The fish flopped from side to side in a desperate attempt to go back home, but Jolon was quick to step on it's tail and to bite it's head off. He did not know what the best way to kill a fish was, but this seemed to be working perfectly, for the creature stopped moving.

Letting out a puff of air, he returned his gaze to where first the other end of the school was, only to see an empty handed girl sighing in disappointment. Luckily, she had the other fish she could eat, for if it wasn't so, Jolon would have given up his meal. 

Jolon bowed before her as he got praised. He was not at all a bragger, but that did not mean he disliked getting complimented on something he had achieved. His very first fish. It smelled weird, like dirty water but different. He sniffled over it a bit with a weird face, interested in what it would taste like. He would share this one with Asterr, as a thanks for her kindness and as a sign for his loyalty. Jolon by the way. He rumbled, his voice as low as the sun was at that moment, the sky drenched in a fiery orange color accompanied by clouds of pink. He couldn't wait to get back, to watch the stars from the roof of his home.

Jolon followed suit, picking up the slimy fish carefully, returning his gaze to the pale fisher woman. He indeed saw the scar on her neck, but payed it little mind. He followed her, standing beside her with his own fish. He nodded, waiting for her to start moving.

Jolon was not the best with remembering names, so when he was given a list of names he could call his newest friends, he went for the one easiest to remember. Squirrel sounds easier. He said honestly. Guess I'll call you that.

Of course we're friends. We are family now. Everyone in our pack is. He spoke, voice just slightly muffled by the fish in his mouth. A rumbling sound came out of his throat, not as a growl, but him chuckling. I've been called Jol by your sister. Your family sure has something with nicknames. I call her Ezi most of the time too.

Jol was by far the favorite nickname he had, also the only one except for the one he had earned today. But Jolly wasn't like Ezimette, and since the ghost had stolen his heart, he liked Jol better. It sounded bruter too, even though he was a total softy.

Not that I'm aware of. Our pack is the closest one I know. He answered with the fish still in his mouth. He started walking toward where he though he could find Asterr, bot sure if Squirrel here would join him there. To be sure, he said; Right, I'll be gone to Asterr now to give her a well deserved meal. He stepped closer to the path he wanted to take. You are free to join me, though I am not sure what you want to do with your fish.