7/23/2025, 10:55 PM
It was not easy to startle Dimas so the only outward sign of surprise was a slight bristling of his coat, which was, perhaps, the most impressive feature he possessed. Though not unreasonably tall like some of the monstrous wolves he had so often glimpsed from a distance, he stood perfectly and precisely upright upon long, thickly-built legs, and his stout chest was made all the more prominent by the enormous coat of fur he wore like a king's robe.
It was with cold apathy he regarded the stranger, and a chillier tone still with which he answered her.
Often he could just scratch at the surface of a distant memory of blurred faces, faces belonging to kin from a past that seemed to drift further and further away as the weeks gradually turned to months. Every once in a while he might catch a scent of something familiar, but not known - pine needles in particular were found to be quite puzzling - but the she-wolf before him illicited no such response.
It was difficult to say whether he was relieved or disappointed.
She looked quite unusual, however. The first thing he noticed were the scars etched across her face - unusual in a female. There was something about the way she carried herself that suggested an undercurrent of experience, and he noted the way her eyes raked across his form in quick assessment as she took a cautious step away to maintain their distance.
She was clever.
His brow furrowed.
It was with cold apathy he regarded the stranger, and a chillier tone still with which he answered her.
How astute.
Often he could just scratch at the surface of a distant memory of blurred faces, faces belonging to kin from a past that seemed to drift further and further away as the weeks gradually turned to months. Every once in a while he might catch a scent of something familiar, but not known - pine needles in particular were found to be quite puzzling - but the she-wolf before him illicited no such response.
It was difficult to say whether he was relieved or disappointed.
She looked quite unusual, however. The first thing he noticed were the scars etched across her face - unusual in a female. There was something about the way she carried herself that suggested an undercurrent of experience, and he noted the way her eyes raked across his form in quick assessment as she took a cautious step away to maintain their distance.
She was clever.
I have been wandering this cursed land for...Dimas paused, realizing he could not track the time.
Far too long. There is nothing of this place I recognize; I could not even tell you how I arrived. I simply was, and have been ever since.
His brow furrowed.
Do you know where here is, then?
