No. Not yet. He wasn't going back there yet. In truth, he was somewhat upset that his mother had just vanished. Sure, he didn't need her now that he could feed himself, well sort of, stealing scraps and catching the odd mouse didn't really provide him much substance, but he had a big meal before his little incident by the lake and in truth, he just didn't want to go back there. Not because he was afraid of what he had done, after all, he felt rather smugly satisfied that he had hurt the false queen of his pack, but because the truth had been out there. Like a scab to air after the band aid had been ripped off, taking some bodily hairs with it so it not only stung, but looked like a nasty mess too. Nah, that was someone else's duty to clear up. Of course, he felt sorry for Bella. She was so nice; he genuinely liked her. Datura was a butt head, he couldn't care less how he felt and he hoped he was crying like a big baby. Ha, that brought a smile to his leather lips.
The snow had been falling for a good hour, landing upon his black fur yet not melting. He didn't feel the cold beneath his winter coat and thus had been content to lay beneath a tree in the meadow. He lay at the borders, where the rise he had left Valiant upon met the clearer, less tall grass. Well, snow as it was now. A few trees were dotted here and there and looked the most inviting place to just lay and do nothing. He felt like the teenager who had run away from home, but didn't think to pack a change of underwear or a sandwich. No doubt he would return soon, but having some freedom away from it all was just heavenly right now. His mind was all jumbled up, angry, upset, alone yet strong, defiant and almost pleased. He knew it wasn't right to feel pleased with himself after he hurt another wolf, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he did the right thing... maybe not for his mother, but for himself. He sure did hate that stupid little white witch.
With an absent sigh, he lowered his head to his paws and tensed his body just a little to check his limbs still had some feeling. After all, his legs weren't quite as thickly coated as his body so a feeling of numbness would no doubt set in at some point- even if it was just from laying still too long. He wouldn't sleep however, he was too on edge at being so far from home, just he, himself and I. Instead, he would watch the snow until the last flake fell and then drag his unapologetic ass back home... wherever that was now.
The snow had been falling for a good hour, landing upon his black fur yet not melting. He didn't feel the cold beneath his winter coat and thus had been content to lay beneath a tree in the meadow. He lay at the borders, where the rise he had left Valiant upon met the clearer, less tall grass. Well, snow as it was now. A few trees were dotted here and there and looked the most inviting place to just lay and do nothing. He felt like the teenager who had run away from home, but didn't think to pack a change of underwear or a sandwich. No doubt he would return soon, but having some freedom away from it all was just heavenly right now. His mind was all jumbled up, angry, upset, alone yet strong, defiant and almost pleased. He knew it wasn't right to feel pleased with himself after he hurt another wolf, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he did the right thing... maybe not for his mother, but for himself. He sure did hate that stupid little white witch.
With an absent sigh, he lowered his head to his paws and tensed his body just a little to check his limbs still had some feeling. After all, his legs weren't quite as thickly coated as his body so a feeling of numbness would no doubt set in at some point- even if it was just from laying still too long. He wouldn't sleep however, he was too on edge at being so far from home, just he, himself and I. Instead, he would watch the snow until the last flake fell and then drag his unapologetic ass back home... wherever that was now.