He was foolish not to realize he had been so close. His gut churned uncomfortably as he passed through the place. The encounter with Niles had been shoved back into his mind but the knowledge was still there. His parents were gone. Both of them. There was no warmth from the trees that once housed him, that birthed him. Not without either of them present.
The large male felt calloused and empty. He did not truly recognize any of the scents that filled the air. Who was here now? What wolves would answer if he knocked on their door? He decided he did not want to know. Perhaps it was because he had a fear of the unknown or maybe it was because at his core he was a quitter. It would be too much to go and see for himself so he kept moving.
He was determined to make himself a ghost to those who still laid here. Deacon would disappear without a word or sound, for it was pointless to wake his old memories.