The valley, a place Maes had sworn he wouldn’t step foot in again, after his spur of the moment decision all those months ago.
His abandonment. His leaving of Safira, Lark, and Yukon.
At the time, he’d only seen them once or twice. A black and white lump of wriggling fur. They kind of looked like juvenile hares, instead of wolves. His daughter, Lark, as dark as the woman he fell for. His only son, Yukon, sporting his father pale ivory. The children he made, the children he left. And Safira… well, she would likely have her teeth at his throat before he could even blink. He doubted single parenthood had made the woman of shadows any more relaxed.
Maes traveled northward, the slopes of rocky gravel helping him skid his way into the ocean of summer greens that covered a large portion of the valley hills.
His family was north, far north, at least they were. That was nearly half a year prior. Lark and Yukon were old enough to venture, and their mother tended to home the urge to travel. Had they left? Would he run into them as he traversed the territories again?
A small gulp traveled down his throat, his tail ticking against his ankles as he pale blue eyes stared blankly ahead. A mountain range similar to the one he had just descended, a range that his family rested upon as he slunk away months ago.
The fear that latched to his soul those days his pups squeaked in a shallow, darkened den. He would have been a bad father. A bad mate. It was better for his absence. To avoid the trauma and despair that followed him. His family had died, was he had luck? Surely it would have happened if he stayed with Safira and the children. A fate he didn’t wish upon them.
Blinking a few solemn times, his eyes averted from the north. It was best to forget of his past. His family. They were happy, healthy, alive. Things he didn’t truly know, but he hoped.
Maes simply walked. The sun bathing his dull coat as the heat increased, compared to the mountains.
Feb 01, 2019 10:37 AM
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