So why was he back at square one? Good question! Not that you asked, but, hey. The answer was that he hadn’t found anyone. He’d gone out in search of literally everyone and had found 0 wolves. So back to square one.
The meadow. He stared at the white wisps of snow floating onto the ground. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Rota’s scent wasn’t around. It’d been replaced by the scents of some unknown wolves.
He’d lost weight after all of his traveling—back to his usual shape, but the same old personality clung to him like superglue. Altair had managed to hunt for himself during his little one-man search party and had thus trained himself to be a little less lazy, but he was far from being a determined athlete. Still the good ol’ prick he always was. This time with a mission… to fucking find someone because GOOD GOD where was everyone!?
Annoyed and finally irritated enough to use his voice, Altair released an angered growl. And then back to silence.
Jul 11, 2018 10:47 AM
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