where ever you are

*Bacchus* · 02-05-2015, 01:55 PM

He'd expected he was going to make it to the North before his father's scent became for obvious, but as he sat there quietly his smell would only grow more obvious. As though he were only behind the tree line. There wasn't much doubt left in the young boy's mind that his father was most certainly still alive. He might even see him that day.. at least if he wanted to be found. There was always the chance that he had left again because he'd never wanted them in the first place. If His sire had no wish to be seen again Bacchus had no doubt that he would never be able to track him down. Even now he was wasting precious time trying to rest his tired feet, for a younger wolf the journey was much more than he was used to.

Though his attention would be grabbed by the voice of one that shouldn't have been foreign to the pup. Vereux's lyrics would wash over him like an icy glacier, and with obvious surprise in his features red eyes would land on the wounded man. He was a shadow of what he once was, thin with his coat barely recognizable through the scabs of many wounds. His face would quickly turn to horror as he beheld the man who sired him. He didn't care about the apology, but he did notice that he'd spoken to Amalia. She'd seen him.. and she hadn't said a word to him about his appearance.

Mismatched ears would fall to his head as his gaze fell to his paws, in part because he found it hard to see his father reduced to this but also with confusion. Why hadn't Ama said anything? Didn't he have a right to know that his father was still alive? Even if they had been abandoned by him, it felt better knowing that there was still someone out there to blame. "You left. Twice." He would count the encounter the man had at the borders of Ludicael. "Weren't we good enough?" He said he was sorry, and would admit his guilt. So why had he left?
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