Pens And Needles

The man had lingered away from southern Boreas for too long. Memories filled him upon coming here. He thought of his children. He thought of Arian and the path he chose. Yes he’d slain Sin... But at what cost? The silver and gray man felt a burden heavier than any he’d ever bore on his shoulders. The burden of death. Cypress could hardly believe what he had done. For what? Revenge? Then why did it feel so bitter, so cold, so tasteless in his mouth?

Revenge, he realized, wasn’t something to be savored. It was something indeed cold and tasteless... Something as bitter as defeat. For one only went for revenge after losing something dear. It didn’t bring that something back... So why had he...?

Cy shook his head, coming to a stop by pack borders. Were it not for the strong, familiar scent of the alpha he might have ignored the place completely. But... The scent belonged to Rivaxorus II. His son. He sighed. How long had it been since he’d seen them...? Since he lost ‘ponine’s trail. He closed his eyes. Perhaps... Perhaps she’d found them too. At least then he’d know she could be safe. Tilting his head back he called for Riv, and any of the other children that might have made it here. He had to know...