Goodbye wasn't meant to be forever

It had been a long time since Ru had been home. Much, much longer than he had anticipated. After the hurt of his fathers death, he had closed his mind to Abaven and his family. He had stretched his wings, and flown a little. Now, at last, he was coming home. With a bag full of trinkets, and new experiences under his coat. He couldn’t wait to see his mother and his siblings, and crawl into the old den he had left behind so long ago. home How had he ever left it so far behind?

Homesickness was crawling through his skin when he finally climbed the last hill, and came to a halt so fast it was as if he’d hit a wall. The scent of Abaven was gone. That of a stranger had taken its place. This pack, it’s alpha… this wasn’t home. “Theory?” He called out, almost a hushed whisper-yell, weary of waking the newness that had taken the place of his home.


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