Benediction

At some point he had lost the boy. He hadn’t been on the continent long but the lad did have a tendency to wander. Perhaps he was dead. Perhaps that was for the best. Dead or not he had been cast out from his home, even if he returned with the pup’s severed head he would never be allowed to return to his home, and would never hear the candor of the high priest Mihal again. He could only push on and ally himself with a new pack  in the hopes that he would not simply fade away from existence as time wore on. As he made his way to the pack’s border he scented as many trees and bushes as he could, leaving a trail for the boy to follow should he still be alive. He stopped at the base of a great willow and bellowed to be greeted, a loud mournful noise that no doubt rang throughout the pack’s territory.

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