Valerius had not gone to actively meet out his packmates, too much of a nuisance and caused him to move too much, which in return, resulted in pain. And he didn't want them to see him in this pathetic, disgusting state. Yep, he had sleek shiny silver fur but had deep wounds crisscrossing over his body. It would heal soon, he knew, but it would take time, and time was one thing he didn't have right at this moment. Hopefully only a few would become scars, as if the one on his face and his hind leg weren't enough to ruin his appearance. He most certainly didn't need his back marred by scars at this young age.

The silvery white wolf was chewing thoughtfully on a piece of rabbit, he had gone hunting that morning and after depositing a few rabbits in the pack's caches, he took the rest back to his spot beside the waterfall to eat. There was a slab of rock hanging over his head, supported by two slabs of rock by the side. It was his sleeping base and shelter. Leo leaned against one of the supporting rock and gazed at the falling water. Would the fates and the gods ever grant him the favor of a good life, just a tiny piece of good luck?

Goddamn it. He should have known someone would find him sooner or later. Eyes of the ocean turned towards her, a bored, indifferent expression on his face. She was a gray color, bright green eyes and a scar on her shoulder. "Hey, you're pretty new here, right?" she questioned. He merely nodded in response "So what's your story? And before you go refusing, it doesn't have to be a true story. Just make it interesting." and then she sat down and just waited.

A soft laugh slipped from the Roman's lips, a charismatic smile gracing his features as he canted his head. "Spontaneous aren't you?" blue eyes mischievous, once again, the master of hiding emotions. "You do realize that I didn't actually invite you to sit down, and I don't even know you. Why should I even tell you anything?"