Early morning and the bright sun filtered through the trees to awaken to old male from his slumber. Squinting his eyes Alimar yawned and stretched out his front legs, hearing them click and crack. Groaning from his stiffness he rose, heading out towards the opening of his den and into the sun. Once outside he saw many wolves walking and talking to others, most he hadn't met yet. Knowing only Azul since his arrival Alimar had stayed low under the radar, still nervous of being cast out from his age. Now with some time under his belt he saw today as a chance to meet the pack. First, however, he needed some food.

With a growling stomach he noticed the kill pile near the center of the clearing. Walking towards it he saw a nice hare amongst the carnage, a perfect breakfast for himself. Leaning down he grabbed the meal and retreated to under a pine tree to eat his spoils. Almost drooling the Elder ate his hare ravenously, blood dripping from his maw. Sure he wasn't the most presentable to be social, but if someone approached now he would still converse. Perhaps even some of the young would come to him, those he had seen bounding around. How me loved pups and telling them stories of the good old days.