Haunted Grounds

It had been a long time since he'd been here. Perhaps the first time since his nephew had his very first pack. When he first decided to watch over his brothers abandoned children. He had been proud of Tyranis then, and although they had their difficulties from time to time, he had always been proud of him. Could he still be though, now that he had abandoned them twice over? It was a difficult thought, though he wondered if he had any right to be angry with Ty for leaving. He was an adult after all. He had every right to go where he wanted. When he wanted. He just wished he had known ahead of time instead of just finding him gone.

He gazed at the stone walls as the thunderous sound of the waterfall sounded behind him. It was cool and wet and dark in here, the scent of moss and wet stone oddly soothing to him. It did help to clear his mind, allowing him to think for once, about nothing.