words 519 Everything had slowly begun to fall into place – pieces were falling where they were supposed to as they filled up former voids. However, just as the final pieces were to be set in place the puzzle collapsed and Lachesis was struggling to put it back together. After joining Shade’s group of rogues in the foggy woods to the North the pale yearling was consumed by a comfort he had not felt before. While Anastasia would always be there for him, a pack offered a different kind of safety: it was a family, something that the yearling believed he would never find. He still missed his family back on the Reserve and often wondered what became of his lost brother Pyrrhus, but after discovering himself and developing a remarkable bond with Ana, XIX knew that he would never return to the Reserve. There were no grabby two-legs here and while the feral wolves of Relic Lore still frightened the awkward youth, he was growing accustom to the strange personalities he encountered. The wolves within the Reserve (including his family) were far too docile… too tame; Lachesis did not want to succumb to their compliant ways. It was strange that Spectre had decided to chase after her mate – it made sense to put Anastasia in charge in her absence, but it would have made more sense to send another instead. Especially as a new Alpha she should be getting properly acquainted with the members of her pack, and re-introducing herself as Alpha. Either himself or the blue-eyed dove would have been a better choice at hunting down the coffee-coloured leader – or perhaps the pack Scout. He had not met the Scout yet, but he knew there was one – from what he understood, she had been absent on a mission but surely she had returned by now? The china doll’s voice broke him away from his thoughts, a soft frown forming along his lips as he dipped his head sombrely. So she had felt the same way… something definitely was not right. Worry consumed the lanky youth as he met her ocean-blue gaze while his ears pressed against the back of his skull. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;">“I can go,” he offered as her question hung in the air between them, his eyes not wavering from hers as he spoke.<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;"> “I had spoken to Shade b-before he left about going to gather herbs on the other side of the Heights, so I c-can keep an eye out for him and Spectre.” XIX hoped that no harm had come to the Alpha pair – the healer wanted to return with good news rather than bad. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px;">“And I’ll be back as s-soon as I can,” he added with a forced smile as he applied a quick lick to her cheek. It seemed that his first herb-gathering was going to be cut short, but if it meant making sure that Shade and his new mate were alright Lachesis was okay with that. They were far more important than a few plants that he could grab another time – and hopefully with Karpos at his side. |
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