The woods that Cried
Banshee
04-09-2020, 02:04 PM
There was still no sign of them, Eraithus had thought maybe if he returned to the beach he had come on that he could catch their scent again. However it was almost as if their scents split. Maybe they'd been chasing each other. Regardless his siblings were definitely in Boreas now that he finally had a footing on himself. Finding food and water hadn't been too hard with the amount of packs around here he knew this place was luscious and full of life. Part of him was happy about that, perhaps the task that their father sent them out to do wouldn't be too difficult. The Zanthus male would do his family proud. Regardless there was no point in mourning or moping at his frustration of being unable to get into contact with Neracu and Hanmel.
These woods were dangerously close to pack lands. Two in fact that bordered each other, their scent ingrained in his head. Standing there with the wind blowing through the tree's the tendrils touched him making Eraithus look around. If he wasn't thinking about his family this would have been a great place to live. Not to mention the nearby packs being a threat. He shook his head, loner life didn't suit him! He was so hungry for a male who had never known famine in his own pack! However he couldn't handle the authority of others not with the risk of them finding out his secret. Not even his siblings knew about that.
Eraithus yawned, no harm in taking a break. His stomach was rumbling anyway but his state of mind prevented him from the want of a hunt. He sat underneath the willow curling his tail around his paws as he simply closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Let the world sink in around him and the situation that he was in. It was fine, he'd find Neracu and Hanmel eventually but if he didn't soon he didn't know what he'd do with himself. Boredome surely would take hold of him... Oh well - he'd rather be dead than to be told what to do.
These woods were dangerously close to pack lands. Two in fact that bordered each other, their scent ingrained in his head. Standing there with the wind blowing through the tree's the tendrils touched him making Eraithus look around. If he wasn't thinking about his family this would have been a great place to live. Not to mention the nearby packs being a threat. He shook his head, loner life didn't suit him! He was so hungry for a male who had never known famine in his own pack! However he couldn't handle the authority of others not with the risk of them finding out his secret. Not even his siblings knew about that.
Eraithus yawned, no harm in taking a break. His stomach was rumbling anyway but his state of mind prevented him from the want of a hunt. He sat underneath the willow curling his tail around his paws as he simply closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Let the world sink in around him and the situation that he was in. It was fine, he'd find Neracu and Hanmel eventually but if he didn't soon he didn't know what he'd do with himself. Boredome surely would take hold of him... Oh well - he'd rather be dead than to be told what to do.