home is where the heart is
10-16-2016, 01:50 PM
The male walked not even paying attention to his surroundings and lost within his thoughts. He was worried and dwelling within the worry about his family's future. Mom was still sick and he was beginning to feel like she would never be around again, realizing this sickness could in fact kill her. The thoughts were depressing and yet no matter how hard he tried to occupy himself the thoughts seeped back into his mind. With the pack being so quiet he had no one to work with, no one to help him remain occupied so that he wouldn't focus on his depressing thoughts. Faite had been out doing her duties and so far had been the only one to work on his training with him, now that she was busy he was lost at who to train with. He decided to focus on his other skills, hunting. Though the male would never be good at the small fast moving prey, his size was going to be important in bringing down much larger prey. Problem was he couldn't do it alone. Varda was demoted, Acapella had left the pack in search for her brother, and the other hunter he didn't know much about. In honesty he couldn't remember her name, had only briefly seen her, and had heard rumors that she was a distant relative. He knew she had been busy with the stock pile of small game they had back at the dens, but he had seen vary little of her because she had been keeping busy. Moving forward the male headed to the lake hoping he could maybe fish a little bit and maybe find something to keep his mind off things back at the dens. The male slowed his pace when he reached the waters edge and then waded in, paying no attention to the swans not far from him. His eyes remained focused on the water, making slow movements deeper until he reached a good spot, then he stood still and waited. Again keeping no mind to the swans he hadn't noticed the large male's attention drew to him and he had begun to swim over, steady and quietly. Walk, "Talk" Think |