Like a good Coward, I wasn't there

He didn’t have to wait long, which was relieving. He didn’t want to have to fight with himself if he had waited longer. He was surprised that he didn’t see any anger or judgement written on Torin’s face. Instead his eyes caught the look of concern. He must look tougher then he originally thought, but honestly he hadn’t really looked at his reflection in the water since getting his scar. His silver eyes focused on Torin’s eyes as he asked if he was alright then shortly after his gaze fell to the ground.

How did he even explain what happened without looking like an idiot? Regardless of how he would look he needed to be honest with Torin and with himself.

”Physically, doing okay. Mentally, still trying to mend,” he started before his gaze looked back to Torin’s. ”Torin, I.......... I didn’t know how to handle my emotions and I’m sorry I left the pack without word. I didn’t feel it was right to burden anyone in the pack with helping me out when there was already so much going on and I just didn’t know what to do. I was angry, I was hurt, and there was so much I was feeling at the time that I couldn’t explain and got so frustrated by it.”

He could feel the emotion creeping back up his throat, and he tried to keep himself composed, to focus at the current time and place he was at.

”I went off the deep end, not understanding why and angry at the creature that killed my father. And as you can see the anger did nothing but harm and I need the comfort of......... home,” he said, his demeanor still showing that he was haggard, and that he still had some growing up to do.