It’s Over When It’s Over
Autumn was finally here. The male left the range for the day, venturing away back to where he had last scented him. His sisters attitude towards her three unnamed children made him realize something important, and while he knew it was too late to make up for things with his late brother, it didn't stop him from visiting the last place he knew him to be. The tri-colored male ventured through the weeping woods, the air here feeling oppressive. The remnants of his brothers pack were all gone. Scents. Life. Everything. He hadn't seen his niece since the day those strange wolves had taken her, and since then he didn't know what had happened to her. Did they keep her as a prisoner? Did they release Her? Did they...kill Her? Like they killed his brother?
His thoughts made him stop in a clearing, the entire place had the feeling of abandonment. Amber gaze searched aimlessly, looking for nothing in particular yet part of him hoped to see even the slightest hint of his brothers appearance. "I'm sorry I wasn't more of a brother to you...Ganta..." Whispered words full of regret slipped past his lips. The male remembering the last conversation he had with him. It hadn't been a pleasant one, and he deeply regretted it. Feeling like the silence was too much, he was about to turn and leave when he heard the soft sound of crying nearby.
Confused, Enigma stood and listened for a moment before deciding to investigate. All his sense were alert just in case those wolves were around, but none of their scents were here so he figured maybe it was something else. Or maybe he was just hearing things? He listened again, holding his breath just in case. No, he definitely heard it. Someone was here. Seeking out the sound, it took him a good minute to find the source, there hidden away by overgrown vegetation was an old den. And a familiar scent strongly wafted towards him. His...brother? "Ganta...?" |
