the hanging tree

The boy had been determined to say the least. He had left his sibling, Kilgharrah, to lead the pack as he went out to find his own place. He had found that he no longer fit in the place he had been born. Things had been different when his parents past, and things had changed even further after Cypress and Laria had left. It was this that led the boy wandering, astray from all duties and responsibilities he might have held. He reached the borders of a pack, finding it to hold a familiar scent. Surely it couldn’t be? The boy let out a call for his older brother, his eyes steady and uneasy as he found it difficult to believe. Had his journey come to an end?