Kintla Flatlands weep little lion man

Life of a loner was rather.... dull. He could see the charm of it sometimes, but for the most part - he was bored. Often finding himself trying to find something fun to do in between days of long nothing. Unfortunately for him, packs didn't seem to like him for long. Though he did muse with the thought of joining the Nightwalkers and giving them some of his time...

For now, he followed a scent. A sweet scent of a young wolf who crossed his path along the beach. Carefully the young man padded after him in a gentle trot. Tail swaying behind him with every step, a light gleeful curl in it near the end. So who will you turn out to be? My mysterious trail... Soon enough, the sight of the little spitfire should come into view and Abaddon would take a moment to observe him before approaching...