Icarus need to pick himself up. The lass he met at Ashen Woodlands…Soliel was her name? He was more enamored by his hero, the femme who had prevented him from letting the flames engulf him. Despite being tired after days of travel, seeing Soliel invigorated him. He wanted to rely on her. She felt warm and kindhearted, both of which Icarus hadn’t seen in ages. It made him want to work on himself, to better himself for her. The first step? Become more social in one form or another.

His golden eyes scanned the area he had yet to explore in Starfall as he searched for a pack to call home. Only a few steps into these new, flowery wetlands, he heard a mighty howl ring out, calling for a pack meeting. Icarus lifted his head up, golden eyes looking out at the expanse. A figure in the distance was barely visible, this wolf was probably the source of the howl. Icarus’s wings felt a burst of energy and invigoration, bringing the timber wolf a few feet off the ground and headed towards the alphess of these lands. The hints of red in his fur and wings were accented by the winter sun, and the warmth felt so lovely on his skin. His golden eyes glimmered, and for the first time in a long while, a smile graced his maw.

When just a few feet away from the wolf who was the source of the call, Icarus landed softly, folding his wings in and in almost a swift motion, he gestured into a bow. ”I heard your call, and despite not being a member of these lands, I would like to join your ranks. He spoke, his baritone words laced with a little bit of anxiety whilst at the same time a small amount of relaxation. Icarus returned to a standing posture, attempting to let his gold eyes meet those of this lass in front of him. ”My name is Icarus.” It was then that the male sat down, keeping his wings tucked at his sides and an overall calm demeanor. He awaited the response of the lass in front of him whom he presumed to be the alphess.

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