How Things Change

*Miksa* · 12-21-2014, 02:30 AM

Walk | Talk | Think

The mostly white boy could hardly believe that he was here again. It had not crossed his mind that when the Solstice pack - now called Glaciem - picked up and moved north under the new reign of the lady named Odette that he would end up drawn back to the place where everything began for his family. Sure, he knew his old home resided in the north, could recall the exact location almost perfectly despite the time spent away, but even wandering the woods that surrounded the place had not caused anything to click. His memories were warped by those of a child, his recollection focused upon the den proper and the space just outside of it. Did his mother know? Had she possibly already scouted out the location already? Maybe asking her would have been the brightest option.

As it was, Miksa searched alone. His lengthening, gangly legs carried his white, lanky frame along at an awkward sort of plod, making quick work of the snow but still bringing him nowhere nearer to his desired location. Eyes of bright and sunny yellow stared curiously around as his dark marked brows pinched together with his concentration. Could he have been wrong about the suspected location here beside the Waterfall? Maybe his memory was not as good as he thought it was. Maybe he should have thought twice before setting off on this search alone. Both his mother and Shtiya had been more adventurous with their ventures beyond the den compared to him; it made sense they would know.

With doubts setting in, the tan-eared boy stopped himself within the wood that surrounded the Waterfall Peak, trying one last time to get his bearings again. Maybe, if he could just think back to the day they left and the path that they had traveled on their way south, the location would come back to him more clearly than before. He was just too curious to see what it looked like now to think of abandoning the idea altogether.

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