broken by the back of it - open, visitor

[darci]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; text-align: justify;"]He did not expect to be waiting long, given he experience with past encounters. Everyone was so aggressive about their territory, though he knew there was a right to be. Dutch was once rather territorial of his own patch of land, a place that has long since been buried into his past. Now, he had nothing to protect. Expelling a shallow amount of air, the grey and black wolf took a seat, ears perked forward in an attempt to hear the approach of anyone. He was not sure what to expect, but not much surprised him anymore for he had seen it all. Waiting in complete silence did he catch himself starting to doze off, however, he was quick to jerk himself back awake. Dutch just wanted to sleep, or, at least, just find a place to rest awhile. Coming to the point of nearly walking off, another howl finally came, one that hauled his stomach up into his chest. He reminded himself not to get too worked up for his mind could simply be playing tricks on him.

Taking the howl with a grain of salt, the male finally rose to his paws, eyes staring out into the direction in which the howl originated from. Thundering pawsteps were the next sound to reach him, coming almost too fast for his liking. Hackles beginning to raise, Dutch waited silently for a figure to break the scenery before him. Three. Two. One. He had to blink twice to recognize the other wolf that raced towards him. It couldn't be Arthur, all thing considered. Dutch always preached about faith and hope, but he had little to none left in him. Raising his head and dropping his hackles, his eyes began to grow wide. There was no mistaking who this was. Watching the blue-eyed canine skid to a halt, a breathless laugh escaped his throat. "Hello son," he replied, almost a bit too calmly.