Let Go (TORTUGANS AND APPROVED WOLVES ONLY)

He would move quietly with the group. Silent as they arrived at the beach. He had slowly begun to accept the fact that he would not be returning home, his Father's fate unknown to him. He longed to return, however, at least to say goodbye before the sickness took him. But could he return a failure? He had come looking for his mother, had found her, but she was within Tortuga's enemy pack. He had told her about his father being sick, his time slowly running out. But she had yet to give him an answer on whether she would accompany him back to say goodbye. The realization stung him, his heart feeling like it was cracking into many small pieces. How could he bear this? He was close to his father, he was all he had in the world. His mother still practically a stranger to him in all but name.


And it was with the next steps, that he hoped the water would wash away his thoughts. The frigid waves threatening to overpower, but the farther they got out the calmer the water seemed to get. He swam with silent determination, the strength of his thoughts driving him forward. Tortuga was moving to a new place, free of the turmoil and wretched prides of those who continuously sought to harm his new family. Praying...that his Father would pass without pain. He prayed that his Father would somehow know that he tried...even though he had failed.


After some time, Byakuro felt his paws touch ground. And slowly he would clamber towards dry sand, an unreadable expression in his eyes, though his body tailored something that seemed similar to weariness. But it was not weariness that he felt...it was the failure that weighed his shoulders. He remained silent, casting a quick glance to the small gathering as he went to sit alone under the nearest palm. Head down and shoulders slumped, eyes gazing at the ground at his paws. I'm sorry Father...