Nostalgia
07-30-2014, 02:21 PM
Walk | Talk | Think The family moved away from Ebony and westward, destined for a new home and a new life as rogues. It had not been Tahlia's idea - as far as she was concerned, life in Ebony had been comfortable and perfectly contenting, but Bane had not seen things that way. He missed having his family close, spending less time overall with the children and even her as pack duties drew each of them into separate corners of the territory. She knew his time with them was growing shorter; each day brought more greying to his coat that was telling of his advanced age, and so she had agreed without too much of a fuss. He would have his family together again. She simply hoped that what the pack offered, a well fortified border and experienced healers, would not be terribly missed. She did not know how exactly it had happened, but the course they traveled as they went brought them further south, into territory strangely familiar and full of nostalgia. Tahlia could recognize the shift in the woods almost immediately, her expression, which had been determined throughout the majority of their travels, suddenly relaxing into a little smile. "Do you recognize these woods, Bane?" she asked of him, her partially clouded gaze curious as it turned toward her husband. "Do either of you older children know?" Had anyone else noticed? Tahlia continued to look for it, scenting absently for the pack's border but even within the outskirts of the woods that bordered the Range's main features it was still unidentifiable. Her brow furrowed above her eyes. Should it not have been apparent by now? They were close... Curious, confused, Tahlia drifted away from the family, drawn closer to what had once been the pack lands in search of the border that should have been there. What she found was stale, old, and abandoned. She stopped, taking a moment to make sure before she turned her head and called back over her shoulder. "Bane! The pack's scent... It's gone." |