Forget Your High Society

The pack, the place he'd called home, was gone. It hurt the young male, but he had to respect the Roman's decision on the matter. It'd been only about a day since, making it around a day full of nothing but moping for the boy and wandering about carelessly. He didn't pay attention to where he was going, but this time it was not out of his want to explore, but out of something close to carelessness. Alastor hadn't even noticed just where he was heading until it was already too late, and his forelimbs had landed themselves right into a particularly deep section of the marsh. That was enough to bring him out of his state of self pity, and even caused him to let out a surprised yelp. It didn't take him long to figure out exactly where he was within the bit of land, and he was soon able to pull himself out of the mud and water, and back onto somewhat solid ground. As he did so, his gaze trailed down to what would be his wrists had he been born a human, and he caught sight of the golden rings. They'd already started to fade, had after his first trip to the marsh, and he couldn't quite decide how he felt about that.

It was not the titles the boy missed, it was the closeness that was a pack. The members had been his friends, and the leader someone he respected highly. Soon enough, the Greek was once again moping as he walked along, though this time he tried to pay better attention to where he was going. He was fa from wanting to take another trip into the muddy waters. Once more, however, he was interrupted and pulled from his stupor as his ears caught the sound of something. It was as if someone was trying to catch their breath, which brought forth the boy's kind nature and sent him to investigate the source of the sound. If someone was hurt, he didn't want to just leave them there, even if was kind of having a bad day.

Drawing closer to the sound, Alastor came to a stop and sniffed the air. He didn't smell anything that would lead him to believe the other was injured, but was still cautious as he approached the reeds. If the other was injured in some way, he didn't want to risk frightening him for a number of reasons. “Hello?” he voiced, a questioning tone unintentionally slipping in. “Are you alright?” Even if the one breathing was not alright, there wasn't too much the Greek would be able to do for him. He wasn't a healer of any sort, nor did he really know any. Silently, he hoped the stranger was truly fine, and just out of breath from exerting too much energy.