Nova Peak shantaram

Arion was never someone who loved to socialize with others, in fact you could classify him as anti social. He was not an amiable wolf, nor was he outgoing and he was not pleasant around company, distant, aloof, dispassionate, cold and calculating described him better. Around people, he was tactlessly straightforward despite his strategic mind. Deceptive and manipulative, sometimes Arion chooses to be around others to learn their weaknesses and then use them to manipulate them to help him in some manner should anything arise. But it was not blackmail. It was simply using everything he knew.

The stallion could not keep out of everyone's way forever, one way or another, someone would find him, or he would find someone. It was only thanks to his adoptive brother, Chiron, that he had some ideas of what others felt and some manners that made him acceptable among the ranks of wolves. If Arion did happen to meet someone, then at least he had his memory of Chiron's lessons to guide him, it helped when he met Bazi and he was sure it would help when he met another.

The Acheron had been in the middle of trotting mindlessly through Nova Peak when he felt the light droplets of rain pepper his chocolate coat. It did not bother Arion though, for it was only a drizzle, and not a storm made from Zeus's anger. He was deep in his thoughts when his nose alerted his head of another presence nearby.