We Live On Front Porches And Swing Life Away
12-08-2016, 03:09 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-08-2016, 03:09 AM by Bass.)
He still felt a bit numb, but he was steadily climbing back up to his peek. He knew that he couldn't just sit around and be sad forever, not when he had so many wolves counting on him. So he dragged his fluffy butt out of his den early that morning, bracing the cold and walking around the perimeter of Abaven. His head was held high, his tail bouncing between his hocks as he tried to act like everything was okay. Grieving was a part of life, and he knew that he was allowed to feel sad. Honestly he just wanted to feel normal again, to have his family at his side and to keep him warm at night. He was lonely, a lot of the time. The thought of being with someone besides Wren made his stomach twist though, she had been his first love, would she be his last? Even though the kids were older now he still felt like he couldn't do that to them, to try and replace a mother that was never really there. He still missed Wren, mostly at night when it was just him and his emotions in his bare, cold den. But the thoughts of someone else, someone new just... made him feel tired. He didn't have the energy to go through all of that again, to put himself out there just to be trampled all over again. It would seem that he would die an old, lonely man, he thought with a snort. At least he still had some of his kids, his sister, and his pack. They were all there for him, no matter what. His mind drifted to Renhett, and how she had said that she would be there no matter what. His tail wagged ever so slightly, it was thoughts like those that kept him going. Sure, he longed for his family to be whole again, but would they be happy? His kids must have wandered off for a reason, right? It would put his heart at ease if they just told him where they were, then he wouldn't lose so much sleep. He was about to head to the thicket to see if he could spot any prey when a familiar howl called for him. His head lifted as he looked over his shoulder at the rapids, a small smile brightening up his face. It would be a welcomed distraction to talk to his friend, and he cut through the heart of the plains to get there sooner. When he arrived she seemed to be resting, had she run the whole way? Snickering softly, he sat down at his borders and eyed Avalon. "Where you that eager to see me that you sprinted all the way from the north?" Even though his words were teasing, it wasn't as heartfelt as Bass usually delivered his speech. For someone who knew the pale man well, it would be easy to tell that there was something up. Talk like this |
