Hanging On (Dayton and Qanik)

*Dayton* · 07-19-2014, 01:35 PM

The tired brute padded his way across the lands of Tortuga, having not said a word since the pack meeting. He could only hope that Qanik was not far behind, and that she had understood his wordless message. But just in case, Dayton planned to call for her specifically when he arrived at his destination. It had been a while since the quiet man had spoken to her on his own. But he nonetheless looked forward to it. He needed a strong and patient presence in his life right now. Whether she knew it or not, he depended on Qanik. He was sustained by her guidance. And now, in his darkest hour, Dayton knew she was the only one he could speak to. Not Misha, not August, not even Crucifix. He needed someone with wisdom and compassion. He needed Qanik.

The small gentleman continued to move silently through the woods, his ears twitching as he followed the sounds of the waterfall. When he had finally arrived, he came to the edge of the water and lightly laid his body at the shore. His toes dangled gently in the cold water, and he sighed. His bones felt too heavy for his age. Then again, he had endured a lot.

Dayton lifted his head in the waning sunlight and sent a call into the air. All around him, the forest was coming alive again. Short tufts of bright green grass were sprouting along the water, and there was a constant aroma of flowers in bloom. Spring meant new life, new love, and new opportunities. Every day meant everything was possible again. For the first time in weeks, Dayton felt a surge of hope deep inside him. This day wasn't over yet.

Walk."Talk."Think.

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