Ouroboros Spine take me home

The ivory Russian felt the other catch up to him and tell him on normal circumstances he would have chased him off his land. There was no point, he agreed. "I have been chased for too long," He said, looking towards the Alpha but not directly at him, "I appreciate that you have not done so." He thanked in a smooth tone, changing his view towards the male. Dijax knew it would be useless to hunt a wounded creature; it would merely be too easy to catch.

The auburn wolf offered him a drink from a stream, still residing in his territory. Dijax looked at his muddy, and bloody paws as they walked along. Flinching before he answered, he said: "If it is no problem, that would be very generous of you." He was slightly afraid of what would come with the offering; any pack leader he knew would allow or demand him to leave, sooner rather than later.

He had journeyed this far, and he intended to continue. It was perilously humid where he had awoken, an intoxicating feeling to his warm-blooded body. Here it was still humid, but the temperature was lower and the wind speed higher. It was nice, in a way, thanks to the wind. But he wished despairingly to reach somewhere arctic. Dijax's intentions were to stick around for a day or two, before continuing to travel North, the cold driving him to his home.