old habits die hard

It had been a while since Saren had been near pack lands. Shortly after his parents left Risen he left as well, he took them leaving as a sign. He was old enough to feed himself and as much as it hurt to leave the life he had been slowly developing behind it was time for him to see what was out there. So he left, he said goodbye and left.

Now he was back, back at the edge of the pack he had been a part of for his first year of life. It wasn’t where it used to be though. Once he had decided to return it took him a couple of days to follow the scent back up from Auster. Now he stood staring into what he assumed were the new packlands. Maybe it was symbolic, he had left behind one thing and now he was starting another.

In the time he had spent away he had gone on a mental journey he had grown up a little and discovered more about himself. Perhaps he had discovered a little bit of confidence, he always did envy the confidence he saw his sister had. Thalia was a girl who knew what she wanted, that was for sure.

As Saren looked over the land he wasn’t quite sure he wanted to be bold about his presence. Maybe it wasn’t time yet, maybe they wouldn’t want him back. Saren was different from a lot of the Abraxas after all. He found himself with a sudden hint of hesitation that wasn’t expected, he had been so certain when he was searching for the pack but now that he was here he wasn’t quite so sure. So there he sat a young man unsure whether to take the next step in his life.