Love I Was Wounded For You

He could barely remember the last time he had been to his pack, the feeling of it being home slowly drifting away from him. His unease towards the structures making his time in the pack lands even less desirable as it often meant no sleep and seclusion as he wandered the pack boarders and avoided all the structures. Everything about them felt off, wrong even, to him. He had been debating talking to Maverick for some time about potentially leaving Seracia and taking up the life of a rouge but he hadn't done so yet. Especially not with Pip's new litter. He didn't want to worry the young Seracian king just yet.... Maybe later...

His paws generally kept him north, he enjoyed the mountains, the snow and the cold but for the last little bit the east had been calling him. Back towards where the delta had been, back towards their first home in these new lands. He had always loved the ocean, loved the coast since had had never experienced the ocean growing up. Taiyae had been land locked with mostly just rivers and lakes. Leagueless Lake had always been his favourite haunt. Something about the depths calling to him. But the salt water had been his new friend once he had discovered it.

Today he had followed one of the many rivers flowing to the delta upstream, padding along easily as the sun beat down warmly on his pelt. The growing roar of the waterfall was what finally snapped him out of his trance like wanderings. He long he had been walking he had no idea but suddenly the thirst and hunger seemed to set in. Funny how that always seemed to happen....

He slowed, wanting to get to the pool below the waterfall before stopping for a drink and to hunt. What he came across wasn't exactly what he had been expecting, though, and he found himself stopping a fair distance away to watch. The golden male sat easily atop a rock as the black woman slid into the pool he had been searching for, enjoying some relief no doubt from the treacherous summer sun. It was days like this that he was glad to have a lighter pelt unlike his mother and most of his siblings.

She walked out just as he stood once more, long legs helping him hop almost silently to the pebbles below and start towards her. She shook less then gracefully, although no one ever looked good doing that, and then stood for a moment looking like a porcupine. He allowed his laughter to catch her attention, wide grin splitting his features as he padded closed. "Most women can't pull that look off but I must admit, you wear it with style..." His tones were half teasing as he came to a halt a fair was off. His jovial manors weren't always received in the best ways...

Speech!