Down In A Hole And I Don't Know If I Can Be Saved

Tate hadn't been back long when the tremors came. Barely recovered from his last trip to see Sedna, barely pulling himself back together. The weight of it was heavy on his chest, heavy in his head. Was that really the last time he'd see his mother? A grim reality, spreading over the boy in a way he doesn't know how to confront. Hell, he's far more a man than a boy, at this point. Shit. Is that what it means? Is this what it means to be a man?

Too many things going on between his ears, but still so much to be done. Scouting what had caused the tremors, the ones that only grew stronger as he moved north, was at least enough to keep his mind busy. Inland from the water, he finds the strange conglomeration. So many different wolves, predators, prey animals even... they're all digging. Not feeling like his usual, social self, Tate simply finds a spot along the strange crack in the earth and joins in. Digging away.

"Tate"