"It's called aging. Wolves do it. Don't see anyone much these days, don't see the point of doing myself up all fancy." He was alone for so long and he had gotten so used to it that how he used to be just seemed unrealistic. Now, he was just there. The wolf in the woods. He sniffed the air a few times, trying to tell if Kian had been feeding today but he couldn't get any strong hints. At least he hadn't tired for another wolf.

"Yeah, leaving messages are just fucking impossible. It's not like you could have found a way in the whole 8 years you've been gone. Would have been impossible."

He didn't buy it. He patted himself down and retrieved his cigarettes, lighting up and putting it in his mouth. "That's the sort of bullshit excuse I'd give too. If I wanted to fuck off and come back without consequence."