Large heaps of snow covered the surface of soon to be sprouting grasses underneath, greeted by the wet, cold nose of the gray wolf that stood above. Behind him were a long trail of paw prints, followed by his long foretold past. Not really seeming to know what he should do, he crept forward a bit to stand on the top of a boulder, ready to take a stand in life, surveying the scenery around.
The cold breeze swept through his rather rough winter coat, casting a revival of home to the lone wolf. His deep red eyes fell upon the newly found, but once deserted dens that lay in front of him. This was all that was left of River's pack. River. He shook his head, trying to cast away the memory of the wolf that fallen. He, Kovak, was now the alpha of the pack, whether he liked it or not. Sure, he was still rather young, but he was the only one whom was willing to lead the pack to a new home at such a rough time.
They did not even know much of their surroundings, just that there was an usidia who was willing to help them. The snows above began to fall, placing small, white flakes of snow onto his pelt. He sighed. This was not at all like their old home, but this place would have to do. What would even come to the pack? Were they to disperse? He did not know, and this was what he feared.
Zeko was rather oblivious to the changes in the land around him, he would usually avoid others considering himself more of a loner, though he supposed that was more from nessecity than actual desire. Whatever, he made use of what he had..... and with his claws and teeth he had kept himself well fed and well protected. Weakness had become something he hated, something he tried to destroy.....
