Freya didn't hate him. His darling golden daughter didn't hate him and she never would; he understood that. And he thanked every god that ever existed that at least one of his children would never loathe him as he so deserved. He didn't quite understand why his daughter loved him so when he had been absent for most of her life, but he was thankful that she did. It solidified his hope that maybe his family would still love him after all. Erani didn't seem to hate him either, though perhaps that was because she was dealing with her own demons. She hadn't been very forward with what was troubling her, but he had sensed it from her, making Taurig feel that much worse about himself. He had disappeared and now his mother was suffering because of unknown demons that he was unable to fight for her. He was a terrible father, the worst husband, and a pathetic excuse for a son.
The list of those he had to find and make amends with was long, but he was going to make his way through it, slowly but surely. He would start with his immediate family, children, siblings, wife and then make his way down to his friends and acquaintances. He would only hope that they all could be as understand as his young daughter and mother. The other pups seemed to have gone their separate ways from what Freya had told him, but Sib and his brother Falk seemed to be close by, Sib being the closest at the moment, so it was she that he was seeking out. Freya had told him the name of the pack which his sister now resided in, but gods only knew where that was. Everything had been shifted around and it would be a miracle if he was able to stumble across the lands of Arcanum.
Just like his wife, Sibelle had her temper, a temper that was just as fiery as her coat and he was expecting it to come out when he found her; if he was able to find her after all. Sibelle was going to be upset with him he knew that for sure, but she would forgive him...or at least, he hoped she would. Scarred skull would reach down towards the ground, velvet nostrils scenting as he hunted for his sister's scent. It was there, just as he remembered it, only there was something different about it. It was more...pungent, as if...she'd become a mother? His little Red was a mother now? Little Sibelle's running around...wasn't that a treat. He could only dwell on the wonder of having nieces and nephews before the hesitation of seeing his sister once again became overpowering. Body language was relaxed as he moved along, the scent of other wolves beginning to mingle with Sibelle's. Surely this had to be the pack that Freya had told him of? Taurig moved slowly, deliberately, tattered ears swiveling this way and that as he moved along the border, hoping that by some stroke of luck his sister would be nearby. Heaven help him.
"Speech"
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