I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

Autumn had long ago made its mark against the world, littering the surroundings with burnt tones as numerous as a sunset, and a soft chill already crept into his bones. He knew winter would not be far off, but rather the deter him from his chosen path it spurred him on, inviting its bite against his skin as through the pain brought life to what otherwise felt dormant or dead. He didn't understand what spurred, not fully, he was far to deceived by his heart to know how it felt about the wolves around him.Yet... he had seen something, and it had brought out a pain in him that he could not face. A pain he was forced to run from. He had seem Themesto and Twig embracing, caught a glance of their entwinement and back unsteadily away. He did not know the reasons behind it but his mind did not welcome rationality.


His breath was hitched as through he had run a mile as he moved across the border of Valhalla territory, the soft warmth of his exhalation a visible tentacle before him. It was as through he had been running hard, it didn't matter that he had barely started his pace. He felt a soft twinge at leaving Twig to the pack, but it brought him more upset then anything else. Besides... she had Themo, she did not need him any longer. His steps where quickly taken over Valhalla territory, and he did not once look back as his thundering heart spurred him onwards.


He didn't pay attention to the passage of days, only knew that the further from Valhalla he moved the more his hear coiled in confusion, and softened for the distance put between him and the cause of his pain. He moved through territories unknown to him, barely registered them in his mind. He came across no wolves in his journey either, which relieved and surprised him. It wasn't until he reached the submerged woods that the scent of recent wolf would touch his senses. He would slow, and stop, realise a hunger growing in his belly for his lack of hunting during his time in rogue lands. He pushed it aside, and moved on more slowly, until the sight of the stranger would reach him. He would sit, uncertain, was he crossing her territory? Did she live her?