Redtail Rise Living the life

Set after this thread: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=9428?

Ever since Saena's absence, stress had consumed Arion and had returned him to his previous emotionless shell. It had began to break open the more he spent time in the Rise, for it reminded him of Cerberus's Pavilion and his once hidden spirit began to flourish once more. But with his leader gone, Arion realized if he was going to keep everything the way it was, make sure everything was functioning normally and to keep everyone other than Reek in the dark, he had to put on the mask once more. It wasn't an option he chose eagerly, but it was one that was needed.

Arion had just finished patrolling and would be back for another round after he ate something (read: stared at the food and buried it into the cache once more), just like Reek, he had began obsessively patrolling. Remarking the borders over and over and watching the horizon for any potential threat, or a pack member returning home. Therefore, although his chocolate coat was still presentable, it was clear by the tired manner he walked, the way his eyes lost its previous mischievous light and seemed to sink into his skull that something was amiss.

The warrior padded into the forest, lost in his worrying thoughts. Despite his current condition, Arion still walked with the same light footed grace, making it seem like he was gliding through the forest ground and therefore it would be natural for others to assume no one was nearby.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he did not notice Wynter at all when he bumped into her. Immediately the stallion stepped back, honey orbs wide. His ears flattened defensively against his skull and made him look almost like a frightened mouse. The Greek's hackles rose but settled along the strong curve of his spine when he recognized her form. "I'm deeply sorry," Arion almost stammered as he straightened himself and dipped his head in apology.