Finding Myself

Overwhelming was one for it, definitely a word Spirit would use to describe the changes that had been going on within Abaven. It'd been a long while since he'd been even a little present within the pack and even then he tended to be reclusive at best even when he had been actively participating in things. While he liked the idea of staying here and learning, he also knew that he and Gloom hadn't been truly happy here for a long time - or many even ever. He didn't know the solution, but he was beginning to realize the uncomfortable truth - that staying here wouldn't help either of them.

Resting in his den, he was surprised to hear the voice of his mother cut through the silence. If anything made him backtrack on his train of thought regarding leaving Abaven, it'd be this, and already he felt the whiplash of emotions at her arrival. Slowly he lifted himself upright and moved out into the hall, surprised to see Gloom had already rushed forward to embrace her. Despite his own wariness he couldn't help but smile at seeing how Gloom reacted to her presence - always relieved to see her no matter what, and he couldn't deny that the emotion was at least mildly contagious. "Hey mom," he greeted her, a little less enthusiastically but not without a small smile as he moved to embrace the both of them, pressed tight against Gloom's side.