Identity Disorder

*Creed* · (This post was last modified: 05-12-2016, 07:38 PM by Creed.)

Creed had decided a trip to the beach was in order before he left. He was displeased with the fact Donostrea wasn't here. Before he'd left the prairie he'd looked around for any scents or clues that might have suggested where they had gone but the rain had washed away most of the scents. Anything that was left was stale and nothing he could go off of. It was disappointing for him considering Locha was sick back in Celestial's lands. What was he going to tell her? He'd told her that he would go to her family and tell them she was okay and that she'd be back when she was well enough to travel. Now there wasn't a trace in sight of any Dono wolves. How would she react to the loss of her family? The stress alone on top of being sick wouldn't be good for her.

Before he left he was going to go to the beach to see if he could find anything else. It didn't take him too awfully long to cross over to the beach. His nose was to the ground as he tried to find something, anything, that would lead him to where Glacier and the others had went. After spending an hour doing his best to find anything fresh that he could follow he gave up. It was obvious that they'd lived here, but not anymore.

A sigh fluttered past his lips as he dejectedly turned towards the beach and stopped at the shore. The waves licked at the beach and he took a seat not far from where they lapped at the sand. It was getting a bit too cold to go for a swim, but the beach was nice to look at while he sat and contemplated what exactly what he was going to do when he got home. Whatever he did he certainly didn't want to do it now.

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