I Don't Know What I'm Doing

Ocean was doing slightly better after finding Aslatiel a few days ago. Showing her all of the angst and pain that had been building up inside eased his sorrows, and finding release in her gave him a sense of peace he hadn’t expected. She was the only wolf who truly knew how he had felt about Motif, though he still mourned the girl with the dual toned eyes he had been put at ease when he was allowed to stare into galactic violet. Loss seemed to follow him and after everything departing from the woman was difficult. He felt so alone. He clung to Chrystelle when he was at home, but he knew he had to be becoming a nuisance.

He wanted to give her some space so the massive young man paced through the sparse pines. His mission was aimless besides giving his sister some space to have her own privacy for a while. Really he didn’t know what he was doing in life let alone this jaunt through the woods. For a moment he felt like he had nothing to live for. His true love was gone, his heart broken, and his solace dwindling. The feeling of hopelessness and uncertainty were constantly at the back of his mind. After losing Motif and the uncertainty facing the future of the pack he never felt like his feet were on solid ground.

The thoughts easily overwhelmed his fragile mental status and Ocean was forced to slow his pace and come to a halt. Lowering himself to his haunches Ocean lifted his silver eyes to the sky, wondering as he clung to the memory of Asla, if she was thinking of him too.