beat and broken

He’d been searching for Motif for a long time now, with everything changing in the pack he’d craved the presence of his dear friend. He’d been to Abaven’s borders and everywhere in between and there was no sign of the girl. To say Ocean was worried was an understatement. He hadn’t seen her sweet face in so long, and her scent was practically gone from Abaven’s borders. The boy had become even more hopeless as he struggled with her loss and the lingering sorrow of his mother’s death.

His mental state wasn’t near healthy by the time he tried to make his way home. Ocean didn’t feel like he cared anymore, his mother was gone, his best friend disappeared, and he had avoided his siblings since they lost Avalon. He hadn’t taken care of himself and that much was obvious and more as his unkempt form limped towards the pack’s borders. His ears were glued to his skull and his tail tucked between his legs in visual evidence of how beat down he felt inside. He'd seen more than his fair share of rogue's that fought him for any food he could manage and more than once he'd been chased out of a warm den. Ocean was at the end of his rope. Fresh wounds littered his tattered fur, and he looked like a shadow of who he had been.