And So It Goes

*Yale* · 07-31-2017, 11:50 AM

Three days moved in silence into a fortnight and not once had Yale left the territory. He had made no attempt to interact with anyone but he assumed his presence alone would be proof enough that he intended to stay. Night-time strolls through the territory had become part of his usual routine; a way for him to stretch his legs without running into anyone. He couldn’t exactly place why he chose to avoid the pack as much as he had and could only assume it came along with the looming guilt that hung over his heart ever since he lost the boy Dagan. He looked into the shadowy woods before him and heaved a sigh. Some part of him knew the boy was better off dead but a far more present thought urged him to leave and find him or at least find his body and give him his last rights. He settled for marking a tree on the far end of the small territory as heavily as he could, in the hopes that it would lead the boy to him should he ever find his way.

“Elm, he do brood

And Oak, he do hate

But the Willow-man goes walking.

If you stays out late.”

His low voice muttered as he stared into the hanging curtain of leaves above him. He wondered if maybe that was how he had avoided facing justice for abandoning the pup; heretic superstition of pixies and spriggans that mothers told their pups to keep them out of trouble. He snorted and shook his head, his lilac eyes fixed on the soft grass at the base of the tree.

Speech,

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