Endless Fire

Starling hadn't been home in a dreadful amount of time. Ever since the seige, really. His stores have probably rotted by now, not that it even mattered. Winter had destroyed everything, and now that it was spring he had to work so bloody hard to rebuild it...again. Every day that he was gone, the angrier they would all get. He knew that, oh he knew that quite well. He had done this before, though not quite to this extreme. This time, however, he hadn't been as active. Aside from the odd wolves needing healing, he spent most of his time just being lazy. Stella had tried to convince him to go home, but he really didn't want too. He didn't want to face the music, didn't want everyone to know just how low he thought of himself. That was the only reason he hadn't been home, right? He hadn't been able to handle the pressure, and he had failed them all miserably. He had fled, ran away from his fears, his anxieties. And to be quite honest, it was rather nice. It felt nice not have to live up to all their expectations, or rather...what he believed their expectations were.

But, he was letting them all down all the same. Maybe that was why he was quietly stepping over the border. Maybe that was why he was sneaking back into the pack, heading towards his stores to see if there was anything left that he could salvage. Maybe he was hoping he'd meet someone that would have their arms open wide, telling him that it was okay that he had been gone so long. With a gentle sigh, he moved slowly, blinking when he heard a very familiare voice muttering near by. Great, probably the last pack member he would want to run into at this moment. Slowly blue eyes would shift to the side, glancing at a very angry Lillianna in the distance, and he tried to calculate the best route to take to get out of her line of sight and not have her notice his presence...

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"