He had decided to head Northward for a bit, maybe for just a day or two at least. He wanted to visit his fathers grave, the young boy suddenly missing Vereux terribly. It seemed Spring was peeking through the hold of winter, he could see fresh shoots and herbs growing, and he couldn't wait to get his paws on the fresh stuff again! Auster's weather had been strange, and sometimes he missed the bite of the northern winds on his skin.
While Arke wasn't the largest nor the smallest of his siblings, he was somewhere in between. Luckily for him, he had good stamina and large paws, his pace had eaten the ground as he traveled. Upon reaching the pines, the place looked lonely and desolate...and he felt bad that his father was all alone up here. Searching for the place his dad had been buried, Arke found it rather quickly and once he reached it, the male sat down and stared at the spot where his father rested. "Hi dad...it's me, Arke. I...I'm sorry for not visiting sooner..." He sighed, wishing he could see his father again...
"Speak"
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