Wisest Ways of the Old

*Adair The Forsaken*

"Ah, I see,..I do apologise. I'm not too bright on my fours, today," murmured the hessian.

"I am of a pack that is in its infant stage of development, at this current time. It's name is Noctisardor Bypass. It is led by Shadow, who was once a Creek member."

Dipping his crown to the introduction of his name, Adair acknowledged the pleasure.
"Aye, it's a gift to meet you, friend. "

The brown brute lowered his lower half onto his well muscled hinds. This male, he was quite a nice fellow. Perhaps he could form a bit of a bond with him, get to be a friend maybe then, could Creek and Noctisardor be on pleasant terms, though they were not influenced by eachother.

Adair wrapped his lush silked tail around the base of his paws.

"And the new beginning I spoke of...it lies with Shadow. He is the Alpha of the young pack. And I intend to have a new life, and even at the ripe age of 4, I do hope I am allowed a fresh start by his side. "

Looking off into the direction of the path where he traveled to come to the meadow, Adair gazed to where Noctisardor lay. It was a haven, yet a forbidden thing, to only be allowed access to its riches through the approval of its ruler. He was grateful for such an opportunity, and it showed in his hazelized amber orbs.