Never The Same
11-07-2015, 05:35 PM
Altering his course from the volcanic mountain, he trekked further east to see if a ghost from his past still existed. He remembered faintly the pack he had gone to after Tortuga's fall, and wondered if this pack had disappeared as well. It seemed everything he once cared for was gone, would this be any different? His toned body walked with a stiff gait, steeling himself for what he might potentially find. He wasn't sure what he would do if it turned out that the pack still existed, but he wouldn't be disappointed if it no longer stood.
As he neared where the territory last stood, he could catch the faint scent of Abaven on the wind. With a raised brow, he was somewhat pleased that they were still around, and by the scent of the territory he was nearing, had also expanded. He didn't stop at the borders, didn't call for anyone. Instead, he would continue his path forward, crossing the scent markers and delving into the territory to see for himself. Perhaps it wasn't a wise idea, especially if the young male he once knew no longer ran the pack. But he didn't care if someone spotted him or tried to jump him, his mind was pulling him forth as if led by invisible ropes. He needed to know. |