Broken Hearts Still Dream Of Happiness

The concept of moving on past his mourning was still a difficult one to grasp. No matter how much time passed and how much he tried to just put his father’s death behind him it still found new ways to torment him. Everything from losing that father figure in his life to feeling as if he failed because he wasn’t able to fight off that polar bear with his dad which led to his death to having all of his confidence as a fighter and a hunter swept away… Losing Naiche was hard on its own without his thoughts spiraling out of control nearly constantly, but that didn’t stop them from doing so.

He padded slowly through the gulley, not really paying attention to his surroundings. He had good days and bad days when it came to how he felt and his outlook on the world and it seemed like today would be one of those bad days. He attempted to at least get himself interested in hunting something so he could feel productive, but he didn’t find any scents of prey animals right away so his brief and fledgling interest drifted away. Instead he was left wandering aimlessly through the grassy, plant filled gully so that he could stay away from the group long enough to say he tried.

With his attention so far away, he didn’t notice what was right in his path. He walked by a big patch of lavender, but didn’t see the younger man in his path and ended up tripping right over him. A little, surprised yelp escaped him as he tumbled forward, flopping onto the ground on the other side of the blue-hued boy with an “oof”. He blinked with surprised and started pulling himself back to his paws and shaking out his fur.

"Arcturus Fatalis"