I'd like to have Jayse respond first, and then after that anybody is free to join. Planning on keeping this thread short and quick though, so if you want to hop in, make sure you do so soon.
Raigo had awoken that morning expecting to see the sun's rays breaking through the trees. But no such luck was to be had, and the clouds remained dark. It didn't help his already gloomy mood. The night had not been a peaceful one, nor had any of the nights before it. The Akreon male was far from at ease, and his young body was showing signs of it. He had not eaten since the last pack hunt, and while he was certainly not skeletal in appearance, his fur had lost some of its luster, and his cheeks had started to look sunken. The truth being, he had simply lost the motivation to eat, or do much of anything. Borden's usurpation of his rank had left him feeling without a purpose. It had hit his pride in a way that Raigo had completely unexpected. He had put so much weight on being Jayse's right hand man, that it had come as a rude awakening to discover that he was no longer in such a position. Nevermind that it seemed that the old structure of the Hollow was gradually crumbling. Elettra had left as well, unwilling to forgive and forget as their leader had done.
Of course, Vlarindara had not helped Raigo's cause. Even the thought of her caused his stomach to lurch, and he dug himself into the ground deeper, trying to hide himself away. She had come back, and he had rebuked her. And then she had presumably come back again, and been welcomed back by Jayse. His leader, as was her right, had gone over his head in her decision, and there was a part of Raigo that felt foolish for passing such a judgement, that he was clearly not in the right to give. He had spoken to Vlar since he had turned her away at the borders - what was it he was supposed to say? He wasn't...sorry, persay, of his actions, but clearly he had done something wrong and Jayse had stepped over him to correct his error. It was confusing, and the poor boy wanted nothing more than to continue to burrow his way into the ground and out of sight forever.
So the decision had been playing about in his head for a while, but there was more than a little guilt that had kept him anchored so far. Jayse was pregnant; the scent indicating that it was Borden's brood. Not only had he overstepped Raigo, but he had bypassed Kade, and his right as a leader. No doubt that showdown would soon come about, if it had not already. Raigo wouldn't know; the tawny boy had kept away from almost everyone ever since the pack hunt. But he would be leaving his leader when she no doubt needed him most. She needed somebody she could rely on to help feed and protect the newborn litter. He wasn't much use though, not when he refused to eat or get up.
Forcing himself to his feet, Raigo took a deep breath. That should not have taken as much effort as it had. Not a physical effort, but an emotional one. Dragging his paws, he began to wander towards the borders, his paws growing heavier every time he picked them up. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but laying there in the dirt hadn't been doing him any good. So maybe it was simply time to go. But unlike the others, he would not go without saying goodbye. Jayse had given him a home, and had allowed him to grow into his own; it was not her fault that he had lost sight of what that had meant. Leaving might not even be the best answer, but staying was certainly not helping.
An hour or so later, the journey lengthened by Raigo's hesitant steps, the youth finally reached the western border. The scent, heavily marked by wolves other than him, hit his nose in an instant, and he took a deep breath. When would he see their faces again? Jayse and Arlette he would miss the most, but even Kiche's face was not so terrible to look at that Rai wouldn't miss it even a little bit. Whining, Raigo settled down on his rump, facing out into the unclaimed forest. The last time he had gone, it had been an accident. Would it be different, knowing that this was a conscious choice? Looking up into the cloudy sky, he hesitated, trying to make up his mind. But he owed it to her. He would not let her down. Lips parting, he sung out, calling for his leader. He would not, could not, go without saying goodbye.