The Way It Ends

It wasn’t the only thing going around either. The alpha’s had been talking about the pups that had been stolen from the pack, unable to track their scent far enough with all the snow now covering the lands. Ever since he had heard about it, and since one of their own had been taken, Bass had been outside of pack lands trying to find them. It had been too long, the scents growing cold, but he wasn’t giving up. He hadn’t slept or eaten for days, the wear on his aging body showing. Finch had been out there with him as well, obviously concerned for the alpha. Bass knew that he was wearing himself thin, but it was for a good cause. He wouldn’t rest until he was sure that those puppies returned home safe, that Storm had all her little ones. He had been doating on them like his own, and he felt the loss on a far more personal level. While he would do this for any of his pack members, this was far too close to home. The white wolf was glad for his daughter’s company, but he couldn’t keep leaving Abaven like this. He had no second in command, since Allen had left he was by himself once again. For most of Abaven’s life he had been alone, but now his focus was more split than it ever had been before. Without enough wolves in leadership positions, he feared that him being gone most of the time would finally bring his pack down. He couldn’t let that happen, but nor could he give up on the stolen puppies.

With a sigh he walked back into pack lands, his head and tail low as he made his way towards his den. He needed some sleep, his eyes were growing too heavy and his mind fogged. Not even noticing the world around him, he blindly strode past Vali and her den, just trying to get to his own before he collapsed and fell asleep right where he was laying.