My Path Has Lost Direction Somehow
12-01-2016, 05:35 PM
He had a feeling. A feeling from his gut, as most others would say. That was such an absurd thing to say, at least in his mind. What kind of feeling comes from your gut? A burpie, a poopie, but definitely no emotion. Who thought that up? Anyways, he had this feeling in his gut and he just knew he was at the end of his road. The smell was very faint, and not necessarily his scent. The smell from the man he saw from a distance in Covari, that is. It was so odd because it was just a hint, a linger that almost made him question if he had made it or not. But he did. Standing close to this border, but not over it, the large man sat back on his haunches and lifted his front paws as he sung a howl across these lands. To whom? He had no clue. But he was sure someone would come. This was a pack after all. He was in for really no surprise, he had been through so much already. But the others would probably look at him in awe. He had no father when these other wolves had one. At least at one time in their lives. The ruby man had shot off the radar from everyone, including the ones he actually loved. Was Amarant a part of this group of loved ones? Maybe he could have been. But those days were long gone and would never happen. |