My Misery

The moment Crucific stepped into the den he knew something was wrong. The pure emptiness of the den shocked him and he took a full minute to fight down his panic. After a moment, he breathed again, Sibelle must have taken the pups out for a walk, perhaps they had gone to the lake. He sniffed casually in the den, their scents where vaguely fresh, they hadn't been gone long. Taking a calming breath he backed out of the den and was about to take an easy stride to the lake when he realised something. Only one scent took him that way, the rest.. where scattered. He looked about himself bewildered as he realised that all the wolves he sought had gone in different directions. Sibelle's was the oldest, she had gone first. His brow furrowed as he struggled to find reason behind this. Sibelle had left the pups, but why? His first instinct was to go after her, his beloved but at the same moment he feared for his pups.



He took another, more fearful breath and closed his eyes. He raised his head then, eyes still closed and called for help, called for his beloved sister to see if she could answer this riddle and help him track down his beloved family.

"Speech"
'thoughts'