Destiny is Calling Me!

The stiffened form moved from its slumber as his internal clock told him it was time to get up. He had been resting since his last round of patrol, curled in a ball in his den. The winter was tougher then last year, his coat kept him warm, but traveling in the snow was wearing the older man out, so he took naps between patrols so his body was ready to go on the next one. It wasn’t time just yet, but he always had a few things he had done before going on patrol. Uncurling himself the tall male moved outside of his den where he would stretch and wake himself up fully. He then would sit for a moment to get his mind awake and ready to go. When all the was done he would get up and make a loop around the dens checking to see if any hunting needed done while he was out and making sure none of the members needed anything. He circled back around to the Willow that his Star’s den. A den they shared up until she had dissappeared. He crawled into the den and looked around, coming back out a few minutes later.

His ears perked as Torin’s howl rang out over the territory, requesting the aid of a healer, but also calling for him. Brows furrowed with concern before taking off in a run, determined to get there quickly. The call had been near the borders and he feared Torin may have been attacked. So he rushed to get there, but the scene before him took a more stunning blow to him emotionally. Torin’s form stood beside a light colored form in the snow. It was unmoving from a distance and at first he hadn’t recognized it, but her scent made him stop dead in his tracks, fear welling up within him. Was she dead? His ears flattened at the thought, his heart painfully throbbing. Stumbled forward he drew closer afraid to find out the state she was in. When he saw the full extent of her state, he felt sick and dizzy. She was thin, unkept, and terrible looking. What the hell happened to her? Then a state of blame came over him, mentally growling and cussing at himself for ever letting her leave on her own. To leave without him. Turmoil left the man unable to speak, just staring at the form of his mate in the snow. So many emotions boiling over at once and he had no idea what to do, thankfully Torin had called for a healer.

If anyone looked in his eyes they could see the emotional train wreck he internally was, but quiet as he came he moved over and laid down beside her. Curling his large form around her to keep her warm. Laying his head beside her with a pained sigh, lightly nudging her muzzle and praying that she wasn’t going to die on him.