Goodbye wasn't meant to be forever

”Theory!” He hissed again, as if expecting her to materialise out of a border that didn’t have her scent. But where else could she be? What about his mother, his siblings? This was their home. Where else could they be? He was startled by a voice, and turned to meet the stranger. Their initial words told him that this wolf carried information he needed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know you, but you seem to know about Theory. If she’s not here, where is she?” He asked, concentrating on what this wolf did seem to know, instead of overloading them with questions. Like what happened to his mother, the pack, anything. He hadn’t meant to be gone so long.

He turned back towards the border, realising all his things, his fathers grave, everything was behind that impenetrable scent barrier. “...Where’s Abaven?”


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