MAX;; was just another face in this crowd of delinquents, and it was just another day in a world of the unforgiving. The cold was like lies, biting at his flesh and slowly consuming his thoughts. The wind was like trying to forget, trying to run away. And oh the snow, the beautiful hueless snow, let us not forget her. She was like all the more lies trying to cover up the first one, and the more people that continued to lie, the more snow that fell. It was a weird and artistic way to imagine the world, but I suppose in the eyes of Max it was just life in general. Everything had a purpose and a deeper meaning, didn't it? If it mean't spending his entire life trying to figure it out, he would. Or maybe Max is just imagining this because of his own life. Wasn't he running away from his problems, covering them up with more lies?

SILENCE;; seem to be his one true company today, sinking itself into his chilled pelt. There was, however, a sadness that helped fuel his viod ways, mask drained of all current emotions that could just as easily been shown through his pale blue windows, forever dancing over the small features of the animal's way of make-shift graves. Large, heavy paws were pressed down on the now hard, cold dirt. The stone that produced from the top was enough to mark a grave, to mark something special atleast.
The slightly chilled fingers of the wind now pressed themselves through the brute's pelt, yet not once did his muscular bodice produce anything close to a shiver; it was a sign of weakness, something that one such as Max wouldn't dare want to show. He was an alpha, even if today his posture was relaxed into something much more.. tense.

ONCE;; bright occuli's now fell to the large paws of the alpha,his spine finally allowing his pillars to relax to something more casual, skull falling onto the dirt which helped hold the stone in place. Mourning the dead, it was said to be good and helpful, to help ease the pain of the past and all those things. Of course, Max didn't believe this; he was wallowing, drowning in something that couldn't have been stopped or avoided.. at all. Sure, he could go on blaming himself as was happening now, but where would that truly get him? In more, gut wrenching pain. No, this isn't want she'd want, this would be something she'd avoid.. But this is skipping ahead, confusing one into a state of shock; not that Max could stop it from coming to mind.

'Darkness shrouded the land's surface. Cold, damp and god forbid never ending. The cries of a small pup, the whimpers of a dying mother; a voice that no one wanted to hear, that everyone wanted to run from. Only did one figure move, pushing forwards with full strength, ferret like bodice moving with swift determination. A father in distress, how much more obvious could it be.
The blood, smell of death. The whimpers of the mother didn't last much longer, but a howl of anguish filled that silence, not once more did the pup cry either; it was over, both were gone. Stumbling, the brute pushed his way forwards with the still warm bodice of his beloved mate in his maw, begging with silent prayers that she would take another breath. It never came..'

STERN;; was Max's mask now, pulling himself quickly from such thoughts as he shifted his weight, forcing his side to roll and his pillars to push, now aligning himself upon his back. Skull twisted aside as pale blues focused on the quickly darkening sky above, it's red noon light flooding down to spill upon his bodice, causing a final shiver to shed the wolf's body. The silent tears that followed were warm to his cold skin, disappearing greatfully into the cover of his lush, timber pelt. Maybe once more he should seek company, and yet the brute couldn't draw himself to move. In truth, the sadness was easier when he was alone, not having to look brave of dominant.
And so, in silence did Max allow his mind to finally lure him into a sleep, waiting for what was ever to come next.

The silence that had finally settled within Max's mind was something better then a drug, the beating of the devil on the drums no longer played, the constant thud.. thud.. now missing again. Was it wrong, in this brute's case, to show such weakness in plain sight? Either way, right now he finally felt content. Dreams were a constant thing, another weakness to his walls; of course, not once had he spoken of them to the others, they were something he kept to himself, something that were a one sided secret. Wow, wasn't he a mess? If one could roll their eyes to such reasoning, then no doubt the brute would be. Lies right now were the easiest way out of it all.

'Are you awake?'

A sudden voice caused Max to awaken. No movement was made, nor did his breathing change. The voice was of a brute, seemingly caring rather then dangerous, but in truth the alpha found himself hesitant towards trusting anyone, even his own members, not that he had many of them. One brilliantly pale blue occuli opened subtly, shifting to catch sight of the oaf who had awoken him. With a half growled sigh, the brute pulled himself into a sit and flicked his auds forwards, watching the new wolf.

'I am now.'

Max's reply was calm, his deep lyrics rumbling around in his chest before flowing forth with a velvet chill. Large paws now worked to slide back, making the brute's frame shift, causing it to seem larger in the process. Banner didn't hesitate to rise slightly, coming forwards to drag through the dirt below his flanks, which were folded neatly underneath his bodice. Pale blue windows fell to the ground, running once more over the stone, a small prayer was then said in his mind before once more turning his attention back towards the lone brute. Patience was something Max had, and would now plan on using; it was up to this wolf to explain why he awoke him.