Magnolia Glen Pack Thread

It had begun a couple days ago, feeling the empty weight on his shoulders as his mother’s scent had trailed off somewhere. At first he had assumed that maybe she went on a hunt, perhaps had gotten permission from the Alpha’s to go scout the nearby lands and be gone a day or two but one day turned into multiple which then turned to a week. He had been so busy with his sudden personal life with Eponine, Lucero and Fiora that he hadn’t been continuously worried since he first hadn’t seen his mother come back. He felt ashamed, angry with himself for what he felt was his fault. Siku was gone without a word. From where he stood, his mother had abandoned him.

It was nearing the evening, the sun pulling itself down for the night, and Ataneq wanted for one of the Alphas to approach the pack den. He needed to talk to them, needed to catch their permission so he could try and find his mother. He would be back but he couldn’t stop worrying about where she was—he needed to know where she had gone and why she had gone. Otherwise, he would only continue to beat himself up until potentially leaving for good. Ataneq had never been somewhere without his mother, especially in another pack so without her, he couldn’t help but feel like he was lost. Gosh, where were they? He had been sitting for so long and that was time he could have been spending on searching.

Normally he would have tried his best to be patient with the time it took for Phineas or Borlla to appear at the pack den, but every second he sat there was wasted. Every minute that he sat there was a minute he was losing in his chase to find Siku. Although he had been contemplating whether or not he would leave with her to make her new pack when she was ready, he hadn’t been given any warning. Something had to be wrong for her to leave her eldest son behind—she had always been very involved with Ataneq so she had no reason to leave him here.

As if Borlla knew that Ataneq was running on a thin line she finally appeared and came to him without hesitation. “Good evening,” he politely responded back as he lowered his head to respectfully greet her, “I know that this is a very big favor to ask of you but as I am sure you’re aware, my mother hasn’t been here.” He took a deep breath, a part of him wanting to be angry and upset. He felt betrayed but he had to hold himself together, promising himself that maybe something happened while she was out.

“I’d like your permission to go look for her. Hopefully I won’t be gone for more than two days but… I will return,” after all he had Eponine now. He wouldn’t leave her, he could never. Of course, he also thought that his mother would never leave him but apparently he was clearly wrong about that.

Although he was upset with his mother leaving him behind without a single word, he couldn’t even manage a tear. He had to stay strong and not break down, he had to be an adult and take this as an adult. Reminding himself that he was built to block pain, enabling himself to stay calm and see it as his chance to add up the points. He knew he could survive without Siku but he had always told her that he’d be there, he would always be next to her. Of course his opinion on that had changed within a couple weeks (that of which he blamed himself for) but for her to just leave?

Borlla approved, offering him the chance to be gone for two days so that he could find her or at least figure out some miniscule detail. “I understand,” he answered and knew that he would be back, whether he found his mother or not. He couldn’t leave Po and he wouldn’t ever ask her to leave now that she was here. The two yearlings were connected to one another with a very unique bond, something that could not be so easily thrown away.

It was unclear as to whether or not he would find his mother’s trail but the least he could do was look. He figured that if he went missing his mother would go looking for him but he had to remain strong. His eyes watched as Borlla went into the den to see to her children and just as he turned to leave he was greeted with the very wolf he planned to see next.

Éponine thought she had heard Ataneq's as she approached the pack den with a rabbit hanging limp within her strong jaws. The blood red colour was a stark contrast against her monochromatic coat as the liquids seeped from the tear in the rabbit's throat and dribbled down her cheek and across her chest. She had a successful hunt today and was just in time to bring it back to the den and run into Ataneq at the same time. She blinked, watching Borlla retreat into the den after Ataneq said something that she had missed. Curious as to what was going on she made her way over to him, dropping the fat rabbit at her paws and eying him suspiciously.


Honestly, she was a little bit worried, taken aback by the expression on his face. It was not one she was used to that was for sure because he seemed slightly worried and she could not pinpoint as to why. Her tail twitched behind her faintly.


"What's going on, Ataneq?" she asked, starting to feel worried that he might be leaving the pack with his mother. The thought briefly crossed her mind because hadn't he mentioned something about coming from his old home to move here. Why would an alpha of one pack seek shelter within another? Maybe she was just learning about the lands, but Borlla had seemed okay and so she tried to settle her mind down in order to take in the entirety of what was about to happen. A pause in breath was all she offered in waiting for his response - unsure of whether she should embrace the one who had already became such a good friend over her last few weeks of staying here.

Éponine could clearly see in his face that something was wrong and he was not about to lie to her and tell her that things would be alright. There were countless emotions that ran through his head—anger, frustration, sadness, irritability, confusion to name a few. He didn’t know how to handle them but what he did know was he had to go looking for the reason behind them. Ataneq could not sit around expecting her to come back to him when she had had plenty of time to do so but he needed answers. That would be the only thing that could possibly satiate his anger at conspiring events.

Borlla had offered him the peace of mind he needed and he would do as instructed. Return in less than two days as he was needed here. He counted here whereas his mother had simply left without reason, proving that she couldn’t settle where she wasn’t top dog. “My mother is gone,” he answered more angrily than he would have liked when in her presence but there was no stopping it, “she left without telling me. No word, nothing. I’m going to be gone for a couple days.”

From here he expected her to request that she follow suit, wanting to help him with the task of finding his mother but he couldn’t. Company would only upset him further and he didn’t want anything slowing him down or standing in his way. This would have to be done promptly and without hesitation.