The welsh warrior had been sitting away from his pack mates, hell he didn't even consider them his pack mates, his family. He barely knew them anyways and he didn't want to know them. He was sharp, harsh, blunt and straightforward and he knew his words hurt many wolves. And to be completely honest, he did not care. He cared about nobody, nothing now. Hadrian his blood brother was gone, probably had a new family a new life now and he wished his brother the best of the best for he deserved it. Deserved so much more than any other wolf here in these wilds. His boyfriend was dead, his real pack mates disbanded and probably founded another pack elsewhere and he was left to rot in this, this twll uffern
A howl rang through the air, interrupting his thoughts. It was from the handsome Beta Scimitar, immediately a dark scowl crossed the prince's face, he reminded him too much of his dead boyfriend Arthen who had died to defend him. Ddraig was not in a mood to attend whatever meeting the Beta had for them although a small part of him wondered where was the Alphess Bazi? He had heard the melancholy tone in the howl but again, he didn't care. He had stopped caring the moment he left his pack, white scars visible on his dark body even now. He had only began caring when he met Hadrian but now with him gone, once again he was an empty shell with no soul, no heart beating in the inside.
Rising unwillingly to his paws, the responsible side of him taking over, brilliant midnight blue eyes scanned the path in front of him with a stony glare, a deep sadness filing the depths. Slowly he made his way towards the small gathering wondering why he didn't come later when so little wolves decided to come, or perhaps this was the remaining of the Creek. He resisted the urge to chuckle at that thought, pack loyalty barely mattered to the prince now. The only true loyalty he ever had was to Moroedd Dreigiau and his family.
Only Scimitar was there, along with a bunch of wolves he did not know and did not bother to know and the arctic creature that he despised upon sight. A coward and an absolute idiot by the looks of it. It was a feeling the gods had granted him with, blessed him with and the look of the arctic creature unsettled him. Midnight blue eyes scanned the wolves assembled with his stony glare, a dark deep sadness settling in the inside, he knew it intimidated and unsettled wolves and he was fine with it. His expression indifferent and impassive as his tail flicked slowly.
Bazi wasn't here, only Scimitar was and that alone made him want to either turn and walk away or just kill the agouti male. He had made the decision to turn away when something stopped him and he turned back and spoke in his lightly accented voice, soft and low with a rough edge to it "Where is Bazi?"