Travel through these accursed mountains had proved so far to be tedious. Although the beginning of the appearance of autumn was bound to decrease the temperature, there seemed to be a much-gloomier and colder clime swathed about the monumental, snowy peaks around him. Dragomir didn’t care what the weather was like; the cold winds that buffeted against him now were merely a preparation for the frigid winter to come. Reminders that he would need to seek the symbiotic company of other wolves before small prey became scarce, and the more animalistic traits of his species became prominent.
There were packs and bands of rogues to be found just about anywhere, though finding one worth his time was a different story entirely. Since the ties between the rest of the Negrescu and Blanc families had been severed he’d been disgustingly-disappointed to find that most wolves were weak-willed, primitive-minded creatures. Organic vessels programmed solely by hormones and senses and instinct, hardly worthy of calling themselves ‘wolves.’ Certainly, lodging with just any assembly of his species was out of the question; unbefitting to a being with such pure bloodlines as himself.
Time would be the only indicator of where the behemoth would find himself for the colder months. Certainly, there would be no compromise in the meantime. If he began to run out of time, he would just have to start looking harder. Or, perhaps, assemble his own group of specimens. The second option would yield a better result, surely, as he could pick and choose just who he would be subject to interacting with. The catch was, of course, that he could find them before the brunt of winter had begun.
So many possibilities, cluttering up his brain. Hypotheticals were one thing, but action was another. Circumstance was the only true indicator of how fate would reveal itself. Until he found himself among others of his kind, Dragomir had no way of telling what the incoming autumn had in store for him.
He paused his travels briefly to approach a large lake he’d spotted in the distance. To catch his breath, get a drink, and perhaps hunt himself something to fuel the rest of his travels through the mountains.
Apr 10, 2018 09:04 PM
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