March 24th, Heavy Snow, 17F/-9C
Note: Draven and Neha have bred but nobody knows since she does not yet smell pregnant
Ever since his visit with Alastor and his mother Draven had felt lighter. Gone was the burden of the grief he had been carrying alone, unconsciously grieving the loss of not just his mother but all his siblings as well. Now though, now he had at least his brother back and that was a good enough start for the dark yearling. However, even with the lightness that was left when the weight had been lifted the Leigh felt pulling of guilt in the back of his mind. Namid had always been so kind to him, taken him in and healed him, taught him about herbs and treated him as nothing short of a son and now he was leaving.
Not only was he leaving but he might be taking Neha with him, he hoped he was taking her with him. She had not given him a straight answer, but had agreed to at least make the journey with him when Alastor came so that she could meet the others and consider the offer. That was if Alastor would allow her, but based on the man Draven had seen he doubted this would be a problem.
Dreading the conversation that was surely to come the yearling had brought something of an apology gift; a fat fish hanging from his jaws. He had followed her scent along the borders until her pale tawny form came into view and he hesitated for a moment. He respected her so much and didn't want this conversation to hurt her but he knew in his heart that he belonged with his brother. She would understand wouldn't she? Picking up his pace he caught up to her, dropping the fish by her paws and dropping his ears back and lowering his tail in greeting.