The Butte offered nothing.
He was no closer to knowing who had nearly murdered two wolves in the valley as he had been when he came across the mutilated body of the boy in the fields.
It was a defeat that Sebastian didn’t quite enjoy the feeling of. One that put a weight on his heart and a worry in his step. And truthfully, once again, he didn’t know what to do. Where to go next. How to extinguish this threat and when the next blow would hit.
His tail hung low as he walked and his body moved without purpose as the two of them made their way back towards the Hollow. Isidore needed to get back, seeing as it had only been for a short while that she could leave—but Sebastian wasn’t quite as ready to give up.
Something in his brain kept telling him the truth was out there, somewhere. The truth of the wolf who had done all these terrible things. Perhaps, he was just paranoid. Maybe he was just chasing some closure that he had never received after his father was murdered. Or maybe he was chasing some illusion of purpose within his own mind because he knew the reality of his condition.
He didn’t really know.
A sigh escaped past his lips unconsciously as the two of them began to wander back into the Sanctuary. And although he felt defeated and at a loss for what he hoped they’d find, their journey hadn’t all been a mistake.
If it was up to him, he believed it had made the two closer. Spending nights under the stars together and experiencing a little bit of the world by each others sides. She had secured a place within his heart, and no matter the loss he felt, it was still a win in other ways.
So as they walked, his amber gaze turned towards her, a smile tugging at the corner of his dark lips, “Thank you for coming with me, Isidore. You didn’t have to, but you did… and it means a lot to me.” His tail briefly swayed behind him as he turned back towards the loping hills in front of them.
They were basically home now.
Feb 11, 2019 05:19 PM
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