Alive In The Lights

At last he'd left. As he walked away from the pack he'd been in for what felt like a long time, it felt weird being a loner again. While Abaven wasn't really that confining, he still felt different now that he was out on his own again. He left the eastern lands, heading south. He wasn't sure what to do now, except maybe go back to where it all began. He felt like he was missing something, and he figured that maybe if he went back to where he had lost his family, he might feel at least a little closure. And if not...then he'd have to figure out what to do to fill that void.

With all the pressing thoughts on his mind, he didn't realize that he had come to a stop in front of a cave. Blue eyes looked it over, searching as if it might hold some answers for him. But of course, all the world held for him was silence. Nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him, the static in the air told him that a storm might come this way. Though with any luck, hopefully it would change course. He hated when his fur was wet. To him, there was nothing worse than smelling like a wet dog. So without further hesitation, the large male shook out his pelt and walked into the cave. He didn't go far, blue eyes adjusting to the darkness before his nose picked up the smell of someone else nearby. He stopped where he was, glancing around until he spotted her. Was he so absorbed in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed her until now? And not only that, but her scent was...overwhelming. He flicked his ears with uncertainty. "Ah, pardon.."