His father had always been the most important wolf to him. The fastest, the strongest, the most fair. The best. In his eyes, Tobias had always been immortal. Of course Scott knew that wolves could not live on forever, but as a kid, he had never thought about wolves dying, he had never been bothered by it. He always believed that wolves who disappears just wanted to leave, and never come back. He had never considered anyone would have died, until now. Maybe his mother was dead, maybe Gale was dead. Was Tempest dead? What about Bravo?
First Tobias had seemed immortal to him, but then he died. And now, Scott was dying. At least, he believed this was how a slow death felt… He hadn’t eaten in a long time. He had left home a month ago, had traveled the world, grieving his father. And in his grief, he had found no energy to hunt. He could hunt, but he just… didn’t feel like it.
Scott had always wanted to be like his father, he had wanted to follow in his foot steps. He had wanted to speak his language, he had wanted to become a Guard, like his father. And Scott had made it, he had done it all. But now with his father gone, what did it even matter? There was no one to impress, anymore. No one.
The male was literally all on his own, now. Completely utterly alone, with no goal in life, no purpose. Where was he supposed to go? What was he going to do? Slowly die from starvation? Scott couldn’t bring himself to hunt…
He just wandered, aimlessly, moving south.
Dec 30, 2017 09:56 AM
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