Where did it go wrong?
The air was cold, winter freezing many things in its path. With the new season came new things, though it seemed Abaven would remain frozen in time. The pack had gone awfully quiet, and it was unsettling for him and his niece. She was growing anxious, and no matter how hard he tried to calm her fears, he was unsuccessful. The dark and slate male made his way through the territory, deciding to do a patrol that...probably wasn't really needed, really. He was pondering their potential move...for Quake's sake. For him, it would be easy to leave. He had no attachments here except for his niece. He never made any friends nor other relationships, and pretty much kept to himself except for when it came to pack meetings. Regardless, he was just...here. For her, and nothing else.
As he thought about what to do, the scent of his nieces mentor crossed him. He flicked his ears, wondering if he should seek out the blind woman or leave her be. But after a moments thought, he figured he should find her. After all, he never got to thank her for teaching Quake a few things. It had helped her gain a bit of confidence. Maybe not a whole lot because of Quake's past, but still...she had someone other than him to look up to. With snow crunching under foot, he sought out the woman and it wasn't long until he found her.
He made sure that his approach could be heard so as not to startle her. Crimson eyes gazed down at the woman lying in the snow, and as he came to a stop he grew curious. "It's warmer inside the dens than out in the snow." He joked lightly, the male then taking a seat next to her. He looked out over the frozen water, ears flicking away the snow. "Something troubles you." He stated. He was all too aware of when something was bothering someone, the old man quite in tune with the world around him. |
