They say home is where your heart is
10-24-2014, 12:12 AM
Walk | The flood waters had finally receded and the Gulley was looking like its old self again. Though he had already established his family's safety and walked these all too familiar paths a few times already, he did so again to triple and quadruple check that the thickly forested location was indeed accessible from all sides and no longer a maze of waterlogged traps and dead ends. His frosty blue eyes, as pale as they were critical, looked over every inch, noted the debris that had been washed around during the storm and saw clearly how lucky they had been. A few loose trees, a couple new streams that would likely reveal themselves again as it rained, were all they had suffered at the hands of the storm. But that was not to say they had been without casualties. The Guardian's needless scouting doubled as a distraction from visiting his sister's grave site, a place he had not been to since her passing, and as he always seemed prone to he threw himself into his work as a means to forget. Thinking of her in her final minutes, of his distraught nephews in their delicate state, of his father suddenly appearing and demanding a claim over them only managed to sour his mood in the worst way. Everything had gone wrong. Maia should have never died, his father should never have shown up, and they certainly should have never needed to fight for the guardianship of his sister's orphaned sons. It was pointless since nothing he could do within the pack was going to change what had happened, but for now it was better than doing nothing or succumbing to the rage that still burned below the surface. He was not expecting any other distractions to arise but one did. His black paws ended his ceaseless wandering to hold him still as he listened to the howl through attentive ears, taking only a second to realize who it was and why it sounded at all familiar. This was no stranger. Not by a long shot. The boy's friendship with his daughter was no secret, and the fact he had been lingering, even trespassing, in order to see her had definitely not gone unnoticed. Alamea had told him already what she knew of the Adravendi male, and while Rune had yet to get an assessment of his own the manner in which his little mate spoke of the boy urged him to at least offer him a chance to prove his worth. Even if the kid did do a piss poor job of respecting boundaries. With a heavy sigh the burly grey male turned from the path he had been taking and directed himself instead toward the boundary of Secretua along the upper edge of the Gulley, winding leisurely through the dense foliage and navigating paths that he hoped were still tricky to outsiders - though if his father had managed to sneak in so quickly he was beginning to second guess their defense. At any rate, he found the tan-faced boy standing at the edge of Secretua's border - surprisingly on the rogue side of it though he showed an obvious preference for ignoring it on other occasions. He probably could have approached with a nicer, more considerate expression but the combination of his distracted, surly mood combined with knowing of the boy's closeness to his daughter drew his typical frown down even deeper. Regardless of the good intentions of the kid, Rune was still protective of his children, particularly his bold little healer. |
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