Forging On
Never would he have thought that time away from his family would have been so bennificial. He felt guilty for being away from them for what felt like ages, but at the same time he would never be able to feel like he did now without it. All this time had given him a chance to think and decide what he really wanted and how he truly felt about everything. Ulric had spent so much time worrying about others and repressing his feelings that he hadn’t given himself a chance to feel.
Ulric’s oversized paws carried him closer to the lake as he followed a hint of his sister’s scent. He felt ready to join his family again with a new motivation to make a real impact on their lives. For so long he felt afraid to make too big of a splash. He was terrified to bring attention to his family and risk the same fate happening to one of them that happened to their father and to their pack.
His thoughts took an unexpected turn when he noticed some unexpected scents mingling with Philomena’s. He paused for a moment as his nose grazed the ground and searched the trail he had been following. It seemed like it was just her scent, but there was something else there... He knew her scent so well that any change was so obvious. The possibilities seemed so unlikely to him that he couldn’t really consider them seriously.
Pushing past his own curiosity and confusion, Ulric kept moving and picked up speed as a bit of excitement bubbled up in his stomach. The whole trip here he had been fairly calm and determined, but now that he was getting closer and closer to finding her he couldn’t help but get excited. "Philly?” he called out when her scent seemed the freshest and strongest. He lifted his head, looking around for his maned sister. "Philly? Are you there?” |
