A Q U I L O
The cave was deserted, aside from the sleeping figure of a grey wolf. Water droplets jumped from the roof of the cave and splattered on the rocky, uneven floor, causing a rhythmic drumming sound to echo throughout the cave. It seemed that the only companion of the wolf was the sound of constant drops of water. They were soothing. They formed regular patterns, like a song, and never missed a beat, racing each other to the ground and trying to create the most beautiful harmony. With each water droplet, the rocky ground became more slippery and dangerous; the risk of falling and slipping further in to it's depths a constant risk. It was a risk, however, that didn't appear to bother the wolf, as he was merely resting on a large ledge which hung over a seemingly never ending fall.
After what seemed like hours of nothing but the sound of the water droplets, accompanied occasionally by the wolf's icy breaths, light flooded the cave and caused the grey wolf to stir. Any signs of movement were subtle to begin with: the flick of an ear, the twitch of the tail, or the shifting of one long, powerful leg. The wolf didn't rest for much longer once the haven of the cave had been discovered by the light of the sun, and soon he was unfolding himself from his curled up position and lifting himself up on to his feet. A light frost had formed on the rocks around where he was sleeping, though the wolf payed no attention to this, discarding it like it was something normal. Something routine. Icy blue eyes peered over the ledge, gazing in to the endless abyss below. Darkness obscured the bottom of the cave from view, leaving it up to the imagination what could possibly be at the bottom. Perhaps treasure? Or the remains of those who have tried to find out? A cloud of white breath escaped the wolf's open jaw like it was a bitter winter morning as he turned and padded away from the ledge and closer towards the exit. As he walked further away, the frost that had once been present where he was sleeping melted, leaving no trace of anyone being there. This again seemed like something as normal as the sun rising every morning to the wolf, who was now winding his way through the rocks and skillfully dodging the droplets of water like this was a path he had trodden many times before.
A stray droplet of crystal clear water slipped across the stony roof, aiming for the wolf below. It launched it's attack, springing from the roof and heading straight for the wolf's head. It never made it that far, instead finding itself suspended in midair above his head. Silently, a small grin crept on to the wolf's face as he passed untouched underneath the helpless drop of water. Once he had safely passed, the mysterious wolf gave a small flick of his tail and the droplet went plummeting to the uneven floor, leaving the wolf's fur unmarked.
Soon the wolf had reached the mouth of the cave, and it was then that his figure truly came to light: a large, male wolf who's fur was a mix of various shades of grey. His eyes were icy blue, cold, and yet, with the sun shining on them, they seemed to almost twinkle, like rays of sunlight hitting an icicle. The male's fur was reasonably thick, though despite the length of his fur it wasn't difficult to tell that this was a strong and powerful wolf, one not to be messed with. His heightened strength was to perhaps make up for his lack of speed and grace, as it was clear to anyone that this was a wolf built for strength and stamina rather than speed and agility. A rogue, no doubt. Why else would he be living in a cave? Yet, for a rogue, he looked reasonably well fed, and his coat was clean. Either this wolf was an exceptional hunter, a thief, or both.
Aquilo stepped out of the cave, allowing the morning sun to warm his pale fur. It wasn't a particularly warm day, in fact, there was a bitter chill to the breeze, though Aquilo didn't mind. He preferred it this way. It reminded him of his old pack, the Ice Pack, and their rivals, the Fire Pack. Oh how he wished he had just been quicker to attack the Alpha, perhaps then he would be lazing around inside a spacious Alpha's den rather than the cave he had come to claim as his own. He had recently heard rumor that the two packs were on the verge of war, something which would open an opportunity for him. In the midst of battle, how hard would it be for him to slip in to one of the pack's territories and silence their Alpha? "Not difficult at all" he hummed quietly to himself. With this thought in mind, he set off in the direction of the Fire Pack territory at a brisk trot. Perhaps he could steal some food while he was there too.