Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2016 7:16:16 GMT -6
Atheus had no need for much friends or contact in general, he who society doesn't care about meets it with the same treatment.
It wouldn't receive a different treatment, neither would the wolves around him for he despised most or all contact, not wanting to deal with annoying wolves.
In secret the wolf hoped that here and there someone in his image might appear, someone that doesn't get on his nerves, but those thoughts and wishes are things that might never happen to him, most wolves were calmer than him and far more social.
He'd never find anybody he could consider Intriguing, maybe it was just the region he lived in, I'queyer didn't seem to have a lot of fellow beasts, no matter where he looked, it seemed like either no wolves or 'these' ones.
He sat on a stone, at a place where his view stretched over a large area, those magnificent eyes that stood true to him and never clouded his minds, unlike his other senses, he'd trust his eyes over anything, for he is one of the few people he can trust.
The warm winds blew into his fur or merely stroked it, like another one of his kind cleaning him, but not as passionate and the sun gave him warmth that might become uncomfortable if the wind didn't carry away the heat.
A need to stay under shadows might be present then, but the whole day was windy, it wouldn't cease now would it ?
Of course, not, the world was a steady place most of the time and only changed rapidly occasionally and rarely.
Atheus still had hatred for the heat in this territory, someday he should go up north, to a colder region where his fur might prove a lot more useful that it did at that time.