Where Did It Go?

Things had been so chaotic and on edge lately that Rory felt as though he hadn't had a moment to calm down. He still felt tense with Jewell's attacker in the territory, and he was still eager to figure out what to do with him. His talk with his father hadn't entirely helped out either. Taking away the man's baby makers was certainly an idea, but he doubted it would really serve a purpose other than making sure he couldn't procreate. Would he learn from his mistakes if Rory would do that to him? Could wolves like him even be reformed at all or was he lost cause? A part of him didn't feel comfortable killing him either. It seemed like an easy way out, but at least he wouldn't be around to bother anyone ever again. Why did this problem have to be something that didn't seem to have a simple solution.

Mostly he was just worried about how Jewell was doing. Faite had taken her in as one of her own kids, basically promised her safety, and now it was up to Rory to ensure that she was safe, along with all of the other members of Lirim. Was he failing them? He didn't like that thought in the slightest. He didn't want his mother to come back and see this strange male and to learn what had been done to Jewell. What would Faite even do? Knowing his mother's temper it probably wasn't going to be anything good. It wasn't as though he didn't want Faite to handle the situation for him, it would have been far easier, but he wanted to be proud of something. He wanted to fill his mother's very large (proverbial) paw steps and prove he hadn't failed her. If he could handle just this one thing then he could prove he was worthy carrying on her legacy. So why couldn't he figure out a solution?

For the time being he had some free time. Morning patrols were done and the prisoner was being watched. It'd been some time since he'd spoken to Jewell and he felt a brotherly kind of protectiveness over her. It was hard for him to let her out of his sight considering the trouble she could get herself in to. She seemed more wary about leaving now, but with danger lurking within the pack lands he was even more reluctant to leave her on her own. So as he came to sit by the water's edge he rose his head and let out a howl to summon her to him.

"Speech"