#faceoftidus

The howl was sent throughout the mines, the time has come for the workers to go home and Fidel was aiming to bee-line out of there. The young alpha had been hoping to take a quick wash in the river before dinner when he felt a slight tug at his trousers. The young alpha inspected them to find a gaping hole in the front. Fidel wasn't usually ashamed to show his royal rod to the other wolves, however he didn't like being out of clothes for working in the mines. A devious smile began to spread across Fidel's face as this meant he could possibly visit his friend Tidus. Hoping to cause him some anguish, he decides to take the walk over to the tailors, ass free to the wind and his slacks worn across his shoulder. The young alpha steps through the tailor's shop, looking for him expectantly.

They were all standing by the pyre, watching the body of the former Venois packmaster burn away safely unlike what had happened before, what had caused this. He was sad despite being a new arrival, a new face in town. The moment he had seen Choilleich in town he knew he had to stay, he had a duty to fulfil and his loyalty prevented him from doing otherwise.

As he watched around, he spotted a face that seemed familiar so he made his way through the people to him. "Hey, don't I know you?" He asked to din a low tone not wanting to disrupt the moment for the others but very much wanting to know the answer.

Though he had been in Athos for quite some time, this was the first time he was experiencing the Founder's Day festivities. Truthfully, he had never thought he'd get to see the festival, when he arrived it had just passed and he had only heard tales of it, but now here he was. Part of him thought that he'd be gone by now, a leaf on the wind as he had always been, but somehow he had become an integral part of their society. It was... strange, in a way, to think that so many wolves saw him as one of them when he clearly felt like an outsider.

But perhaps it was time for him to set down his roots.

"Are the festivities here always so... jubilant?" Qorban asked Tidus, one of the wolves he had gotten to know in the tailor's workshop over the past couple of weeks. While he knew that Tidus had only gotten to Athos a month ago, he did know he had actually grown up here. "It's almost... infectious, really."

He was so focused on this hobby of his that he didn't realize that some of the other tailors have returned from the dining hall. Without trying to raise suspicion he moved the golden colored robes away from the table, leaving the scraps of fabric. "How was the meal?" He asked the man who worked opposite of him. Castor may not have been the most social person in the camp, but he was somewhat willing to be the one to begin conversations with the other workers there.

It had been just another day in the forge, one wherein the Alpha was hammering away at red-hot metal to shape it into whatever he wanted, when he heard the whispers. Whispers that a new wolf had crossed the boundaries weren't uncommon, but when it was a wolf that had returned? It definitely piqued his interest, finding himself curious as to who it was that had come back and when he heard the name, he couldn't help but wonder if this was real.

The name Tidus meant more to him than he'd care to admit, Tidus having been the first wolf he had considered mating with - even in his mid-twenties - and it was after the two of them hooked up and the omega left that Zakar realized that he needed to be careful about who he opened his heart up to again. He didn't want to get hurt. Not again.

But he couldn't stop the way that his palms grew just a little sweaty, and not from the grip on his hammer or the fires in the forge, and he swallowed the lump in his throat before he began to clear his station to finish his chores for the day. Once it was clear, he knew... he had to find him. And as soon as he did, he very nearly stopped in his tracks.