Can't save me

Knowing his mother and brother were missing from the pack kept Void from being able to truly rest. The young man frequently found himself leaving Abaven to search for the ones he cared so deeply for. Massive paws carried him to the familiar cliffs near his home. He had his doubts that he would find any clue here, but it was worth the effort. He tracked through the surrounding areas often, maybe more often than he could be found near his den. Void was hardly what could be called a passionate wolf, but now that he’d given himself a mission he couldn’t think of anything else. What if he wasn’t diligent enough to find them? What if a clue was just around the next bend?

Not only because of his affection for them he searched, but because he couldn’t truly relax until they returned to him. He couldn’t allow himself to grow complacent, what if he was their only hope? Void tried not to wallow into despair, he could still find them. He wouldn’t let the thought cross his mind of what if they didn’t wish to be found.

He kept to the edge of the cliff and was surprised when he found a familiar scent. He couldn’t deny his disappointment knowing it was not his mother or Desolate. He wouldn’t allow it to show on his stoic features. ”Plague.” Void greeted the pale man with his deep vocals, wondering what the chances might be that they would meet here again. The Ashen man looked just as caught up in his thoughts as Void felt, and he wondered if they might commiserate together. ”Have you lost your thoughts again?” There weren’t many wolves that Void would converse with, but even those first few moments when they’d met the young Destruction could feel a camaraderie between them.