Sorrow Must Move On

[blue]

Hearing something behind her, she twisted her head to look back, bright green eyes flashing with worry. Was she being stalked? Had the monsters who had murdered her pack caught up with her? Panic gripped at her chest, closing around her heart as she forced herself to breathe. There was nothing there, only the trees and the path behind her. Even now, several months on, the attack haunted her. She had seen her alphas murdered, her parents slaughtered... Her siblings were likely also gone and Hercules... That part hurt the most.

In her dreams, the dark brute would come and find her. He would lay beside her in the night and keep her safe from harm. But it was not real, she had not seen him since they had been seperated and she had to assume the worst. Still, a sigh pulled from her aws as she turned her gaze back to the trail ahead. What she would not give to see him again, to feel that warmth as he had brought out within her.

Flicking her tassel she walked onwards, reminding herself of the promise she had made. She would not live in that past, she must look forwards to the future and this place seemed perfect. There were, from what she had managed to find out, several packs in the area and she hoped to find her home among them. Only she did not know where to go. She needed to find the place which felt right.

Pads carried her forwards, her tread gentle, for some time. Overhead birds sang and the world was beautiful but her focus was singular as she picked up on a scent at the edge of a large field. Clearly, this was a pack boundary. The scents of strangers overlapped and crept up to greet her and she halted, her courage faltering. How did she know how they would take her? Would she be able to outrun them if needed? Questions without answers, which would not have answers until she tried, and plagues by loneliness she gave in, throwing her head back in a long, sorrowful howl. Now they knew she was here, she would just need to wait for a response.

[Indigo]

The summer had brought chaos and destruction for the packs of Abhaya, rain never seemed to fall and a drought had gripped the land. Many of the herds disappeared for lands unknown which left the packs without much food. Tensions rose and over time his own pack had broken apart, many of the loners disappearing as quietly as they had arrived. At first he had been so angry that his pack had seemingly abandoned him and their home.


Over time he had gotten over this at least to a point. The large male walked his borders quietly, his thoughts a million miles away. As that summer dragged on, his brother Keiran had become more and more angry and resentful of him. They had clashed and the other male had left the pack in a huff, vowing some sort of revenge on Cross. It wasn't meant to be however, for within days his brother had been viciously slain by a loner band of wolves, his body mostly devoured.


He hadn't gotten over the sight of his brother's broken body, how he had been eaten away other then his head and tail. The rest had been turned into bones and flesh, even just thinking about it made his throat tighten up. Cross felt almost like he had failed his brother, allowing anger to break them apart. Now Keiran was dead, he'd never come home again.. There was no chance for an apology now, their last words had been of hatred. Swallowing the lump in his throat the Alpha walked along quietly, his keen gaze taking in his lands. Now with summer coming to an end, the scent of rain was back. Soon water would fall from the sky and life would return to normal.. but not entirely.


Cross scented the breeze and caught the smell of loner, and a female at that. He steered his large form in the direction the smell was coming from. He soon saw the pale female and stopped himself at a safe distance. The last thing he wanted was to scare her away, the pack was in need of new members now that the drought had chased off so many. Absently, he looked the female over, checking for injury or disease. He found nothing on her at a brief glance and so he raised his head slightly, assuming a more dominant stance.


"I am Cross, Alpha of Morrow Waters.. what are you called stranger?" His voice was friendly but had a flat edge to it. Cross's thoughts still remained where his brother lay, and grief threatened to swallow him at any moment of the day.