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He let out a soft sigh as he lifted each paw. /Oh how lonesome the life of an alpha is,/ he thought to himself as he drew in another sigh. Each soft footstep fell silent among the trees and moon. His eyes never left the lonesome sky, as he knew it would just as lonely as he. His stout body carried on gently as he moved with such ease, such gracefulness it looked almost as a glide.

He sniffled a bit as he looked about. The sun was just setting, or the sun was just rising, depending on the type of person you are. But the silence was interrupted first by the padding of a wolf, female if his senses were not failing him. He lifted his head, adjusting his nose levels and drew in. Aw, yes a female it was. Lyra appeared a moment later as Clutch watched. His claws sunk into the sand as he watched the female. Little interest showed in his eyes, but he was all too receptive of every move, every breath she took.

“Hello,” Clutch answered back before turning and padding toward the water. He waded in a bit again, it was a terrible habit of his, causing pain to himself. Self-mutilation is what one would call it, but he just knew he needed it. He felt his pain being washed away by the water, replaced by the biting ice shards in the flowing water. “What can I do for you,” He asked gingerly, his tone never taking on the crazy, bitter side most had come to know.