Dusk settled around the land, peaceful as each wolf in the pack clearing was now saying their goodbyes for the evening, and settling down for a long nights rest. Stars began to appear throughout the sky, forming tiny landmarks above before it would be covered in millions of burning balls of gas, and there as the white male stood in the clearing he noticed a single one shoot across the sky. Hundred of tree's now surrounded him the further and further he dipped into the woods. Knowing that he should be careful to not travel far, but hunger pained at his stomach. It was time for the hunger to cease, hoping that he would be able to catch something small. Silently, he turned his head from left to right, gearing up for the hunt and listening to make sure there was no one else in the forest. At least from where he stood, there was no one around. The healer smiled, alone at last. There was no one here to bother him, no one coming by his place of work, and no one preventing him from doing the things he liked. Although he joined Helidos looking for a new home, the amount of members here were at times overwhelming, but he sufficed and would do the best he could to remember all their names and faces. Providing the best of care to each individual. Out here in the silence all Jackle could do was stand there, each white ear turning in opposite directions listening to the sounds around it.

Finding it more peaceful to just stay where he was, the male found himself lying down int he soft autumn dirt. A slight breeze, cool and crisp, coated over his pelt sending a single shiver vibrating through his body. With a shake of his head and furry mane, the hair tossed and turned and he laid his head upon his paws. The hunger was ceasing and the sounds of forest provided a lullaby that he had not heard in a long time. Since being in the pack, he had not had time to just be the male he wished to be. And, although he laid there quiet and still, his mind raced over the past few weeks time of being in Helidos. There were a few major events that still bothered him and could not erase from his mind. The first being Creek, the beautiful and kind female was no longer around and in his honest opinion he was not sure if she was hiding out somewhere until the cancer took her, or if she had briefly ended her life a while back. Either way, she was gone from his life, leaving behind the scent that had begun to fade in the healers den because his own masculine scent had covered it. Creek left behind young wolves of her own blood and a mate that Jackle realized he should come to know, that even in death there would be new life. A smile creased his muzzle as he closed his eyes and let out a silent prayer for the deceased female.

The second was the new Alphess, they had talked once briefly at his place of work, and found that a friendship was slowly forming between them. It gave the male purpose in life that he had found a pack that was once ruled by a great male and now followed suit by an even greater female, Quinn. Jackle felt honored in her presence to be of service to her and her pack. That the years of knowledge and practice in his trade would finally become of great use here. Although, Jackle was thankful that no one needed his services of yet. The Alphess seemed like a strong leader and he hoped that in time, he would be able to be a full healer under her ranks, and hoped for nothing more than the safety and best health of each individual here in the pack. Jackle admired such honesty and kindness in a leader. Knowing that should anything ever happen to her, he would be the one to heal her. Jackle also longed for other healers to come forth, for it was lonely in the den alone at nights. No one there but himself and sometimes the young apprentice Athena, but she was off being young and mourning the loss of Creek as well. Either way, it was stinging pain that wish would leave his veins.

The last of the constant thoughts was of the female who seemed to be stealing his heart. Which all together was a feat not so easily done. Never in all his years had he met someone quite like her. The constant need to be around her was tiring but it made him lovesick with envy to just be in her grace. Still, Nnyla was a rare find for him and he longed to be with her. However, the male was stuck in the friend-zone and he needed to prove to her that he was indeed the male she was looking for. Not wanting to be mates right off the bat, Jackle just longed to take her out a date, show her that he could be all that she wished for. This reminded Jackle that since they last saw one another she was a Delta and was recently promoted to Elite. This could be his only chance to get near her once more before her duties swarmed her and others would take her attention. Jackle had seen many males come and go in the pack clearing, some far more stronger than he, and faster too but none had the knowledge of the land like he did. Gloating, it was never nice and the male shook his thoughts. Nnyla had told him of her heart, how blocked her own mind was, and how she needed a male who could provide to her and her future family. Being a healer shouldn't prevent him from finding love, being an Elite should prevent her from loving a lower rank, and Jackle knew that she wasn't stuck up that way.

Upon the wind, Jackle could smell two things, the blood coursing through the veins of a young deer, and the female he was thinking about. Forcing himself up, Jackle was reminded that he had asked the former delta if she cared to join him on a hunt. It seemed as if the gods above were allowing a fate he desired. Tilting his head back, Jackle howled for the newest Elite. The deer now spooked had traveled a bit further into the woods scared to death of death by the lone wolf. Jackle cursed himself out for forcing the deer further into the woods, but Nnyla would always take precedent over his lingering hunger. As he stood there he waited to see her face, her gait, and to hear her beautiful voice. The calming presence of the female always suited his natural calming ways and for the first time in a long time, his tail wagged like a pup in excitement of seeing the one female he knew he would die trying to get. Jackle's tongue lolled out of the corner of his mouth, panting from the autumn heat, and he wished for the breeze to come back. Once again, the ears listened for the female to come to the cry of his voice, but in the distance he could hear the sounds of water trickling along a bank. If she came and they failed in their hunt, at least he could take her on a date. In his eyes it would be a date, but what about her?