Maybe Maybe
11-22-2015, 02:35 PM
Walk | Talk | Think He had warned Surreal that he wanted to venture back toward the east after committing himself to her budding pack and cause. It had struck him very soon after arriving that he had left too quickly and had given no thought to the possibility that other members of the pack might have stayed behind as well. Miksa had assumed the quietness around his den and on the shore of the Bay when he visited the place all meant that he was alone, that Threar well and truly had dissolved around him. But maybe he was wrong. Maybe others lingered, even now. Maybe he just needed to look better. As much as he wanted to be optimistic, the white wolf tried not to be. It would have hurt too much to get his hopes up, convince himself that he would find someone, only to find no one. He breathed out a deep sigh as his paws crossed the threshold of where he recalled the pack boundary being, and tried not to hold his breath. His tan ears sat perked atop his head and listened closely, intently, as he traveled through the forest that sheltered the Sunset Falls, the sound of which he was not yet close enough to hear. But it was the focal point of this territory, the life source in a sense, and so he made his quiet, slow way toward it, listening, scenting, searching for any sign of the wolves that had once been his packmates. |
