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Bale crept down from the mountain side pushing past the lifeless forest at it's base. Working his wait from the withered, leafless mass of tree he came around the side of once occupied temple where the humans would pray to their gods. By the looks of things, their gods were not there anymore. The place was an absolute mess. Chunks of stone brick were falling inwards, threatening to make the roof come down on itself, the only thing keeping it from doing so were the sturdy arched pillars that supported the majority of the building.

Quitely, Bale slipped in through a hole in the back, coming out into a circular room the glowed all sorts of shades and hues as the light broke through the massive stained glass structures that depicted stories that the Northern villages elders told about their gods. Although with the images warmly colored reds oranges yellows shown through from the main pane, it felt almost melancholic.

Bale gazed at the images for awhile, thinking about his past life, and how things had been before. It mad him bitter, looking away only to catch the site of Kessle's hind quarters wandering out form the main entrance of the temple. Not caring too much to be left alone with his thoughts he growled and stalked onwards to meet up with the young pup.

Kessel sat still as the snowy white male came closer to sniff at him, and he leaned up to do the same, peering up at the interesting facial markings the other wolf had. "It's good to meet you, Tyrril...you're part of the pack too, aren't you?" he asked, tail wagging.

He was about to answer Tyrril's question, when a growl from behind him caught his attention, his ears swiveling back before he turned his head to look, grinning a little bit. "There he is. I'm not sure where he went, after we met for the first time." Kessel answered, turning to meet his pack leader. "Hello Bale!"

( I has to go. So I make my leave. Gotes to go shopping)

Bale pulled back at Tyrril came to greet him with a friendly rub, pushing his lips back so that his canines showed through as he shot Tyrril and unpleasant low toned growl from the pit of his throat. Bale wasn't much for physical contact and wasn't very fond of Tyrril's welcome, even if it was intended as friendly.

" Unfortunately. I won't be staying long..." His gaze drifted to the back of the temple, taking another look a the glowing images once last time. Releasing a heavy breath from his snout Bale return to the two of them.

" I have some business that needs to be attended to." He said rather shadily.

(Okay guys, we can definitely pick it up later <3)

Kessel seemed to droop a bit as Bale growled at Tyrril. He knew himself not to get close to strange wolves, and wondered over their relationship with one another. Did Tyrril know Bale from before or during the war? The questions tugged at him, but he did not ask, not wanting to annoy Tyrril, or worse, Bale. He sensed Tyrril's disappointment over Bale's spurning of the touchy greeting, and felt bad for him. Apparently there was no tolerance with trying to act close toward the icy packleader.

Kessel peered up at the stained glass as Tyrril did, and nodded to Bale, reinforcing the adolescent's requests. He was sure, however, that Bale rarely had to be careful whenever he traversed the snowy terrain. He was the lord of the north, afterall. When Tyrril turned to speak, his words made the puppy bristle again softly, his ears pinning back in distress.

"I have nowhere to go..." he said, the gladness draining from his face at the other's warning. What if Naorue found her way here? He had been playing with the thought of going out and looking for her himself, but now he was going to have to rethink that idea. Or ask Bale. "Alright....I won't bring anyone else here." he said, and slunk off to leave Tyrril to his nap, figuring he would explore the den for a while on his own.

The puppy had been off wandering through another room, minding his own business and being quiet, for the most part, since he had seen that Tyrril was going to take a nap. Hearing his name being called, he quickly made his way back to the middle room, tail wagging a little as he hurried to the call.

The strange place didn't seem to affect the pup as it did the two adults. He found the stained glass to be quite beautiful, and interesting to look at. It amazed him that anyone could build something so pretty.

He finally reached the room, and stopped before Tyrril, tail sill wagging lightly as he looked up at the adolescent. "Yes? Sorry, I was looking around in another room." he said, hoping his excuse would suffice. He hadn't been tired, and wanted to explore, and play, as most puppies did.