Our Sick Story Thus Far

ooc: Completely open thread. idc if your wolf is evil or whatever. Mortar needs all kinds of interactions, good or bad.

The male was still, undoubtedly, alone which was nothing new to him. He'd given up on Ricochet and he was about ready to call it quits with Seraphiel as well. He'd trusted her a second time, hoping that this time she'd trust him enough. He'd promised to help her look for her family, no matter how he felt about them for abandoning everything at the drop of a dime, but in the end he felt incompetent. Did she feel like he was weighing her down, or did she just prefer to be alone? Her story of pirates the last time was a joke, he really hadn't known why she'd left, but he could imagine the next lie she'd come up with if she ever came back. And he didn't want to deal with it. So he figured that if maybe he moved away from Donostrea's old lands then maybe he'd never have to see her again. He missed her, he missed Glacier, and he missed Anais, but he didn't trust any of them any more. He didn't trust much of anyone these days. He found it harder and harder to open himself up when in the end all it brought was disappointment. Despite the fact that Ray had left a gaping hole in his heart, and she would for as long as he decided that he didn't want to be around her anymore, he knew it was better than letting her constantly stab him in the back. He couldn't let her get away with hurting him any more. He felt more free once he'd gotten away from Obsidian Beach and the prairie. It was like some weight had been lifted off his shoulders. With spring in full swing (really it was almost summer) the northern temperatures were more bearable and the male didn't fear starving to death on his own. It was during these times he could manage. On this particular trek he'd managed to find himself in a valley, a crater was really a better term, with a dense pine forest. Once he'd made it down to the bottom though he soon realized that this place wasn't one he could stay in for very long. While it was pretty, and remote, it was desolate and held very little edible plant life for any prey. Finding a den site would be easy here, but finding food to sustain him would not. A sigh fluttered past his dark lips as he stared around the quiet forest. Perhaps staying here a day and traveling farther west was a better idea? There was no use exhausting himself all in one go and this place at least had a lot to offer in terms of exploring. Walk, "Talk" Think