hopeless wanderer
03-18-2014, 06:52 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-19-2014, 07:33 AM by Quintus.)
Quintus was lost. Both physically, and emotionally, the boy was lost. He had briefly followed his parents, but hadn't been sure about joining Ebony with them. And really, it was no surprise; he was hardly a yearling, after all, and prone to think that he knew better than his parents. Though he respected them gratefully -- perhaps the only wolves besides his siblings that he ever showed much tact towards -- he did not know where he wanted to reside. Seracia was strange without them, and without Cassius and Amalia around. He would still visit his younger siblings soon, but he needed some time away. His mother had told him as a child of his Valhallan family. He had aunts and uncles and so many cousins. Even a grandmother, though she was not his mom's birth mother. He had never met them, but in the midst of an emotional (and rather aimless) journey, he decided he ought to go west. He'd never been so far west, and he didn't know how long it took him. The brown-furred boy found these lands just as unfamiliar as all the others, though it was hard to tell in the midst of night. A sigh escaped his pursed lips as the scent of water reached his nose. Also surrounding him was the scent of pack wolves. It was not entirely unlike the scent of his own home; it was merely different. Confusion fogged his mind as he pressed onward. He didn't know who lived here, only knew that part of him was hoping he encountered some family that he had not yet met. Large paws would carry him to the lakeside, where he lowered himself down quite haphazardly. He would lower his muzzle briefly to the warm water, lapping at it for a moment before pulling away. Darkness would engulf him, and he would slowly drift into a state of semi-consciousness, on the brink of sleep but never quite daring to give in. |