Qeya River Drop a heart, break a name.

lost my first typed reply so excuse this crammed together one :^)

He headed northwest after parting from the pale female. The lands seemed promising even if he felt a bit indifferent. A wolf who once had it all was now left with little. No lands, no familiar faces, no purpose. He felt like a useless leaf drifting in the breeze. It was...frustrating to say the least.

Aleks needed a distraction from his thoughts.

He strolled along the side of the river, peering at the icy depths with a dead gaze. It reminded him of The Frozen Territories. Suddenly he was overcome with memories of his life prior to this. Heartache was what he felt and someone so unused to an emotion like this (aka Aleks) desperately sought out a distraction.

Up ahead was a pale form. It did not quell the heartache but he knew that it could not be her and he doubted it to be Eilidh. So who was this stranger and could they provide him a tolerable distraction?

Instead of engaging with the pale stranger, he stood down stream looking like a shadowy ghost.