Around February 12th; Evening; Light snow showers; 16 ° F, -9 ° C
Since leaving Willow Ridge borders with the two Attaya sisters at his back, Rook's mind was abuzz with everything that had happened. It had taken days for him to shake the self-inflicted shame from his limbs, the guilt from his heart, and the burden of sin from his mind and shoulders. At the old tree where Jaysyek had given birth to Rook's four older siblings, he left both Quil and Cinder to rest and chat among themselves or do whatever it was they wanted to do. Heading southbound, he was careful to keep himself from becoming disoriented in the falling snow, using scent and certain landmarks to continue heading towards the Cut Rock River territory borders he had religiously kept up until a few weeks ago.
Given that the sun had just set only a few moments ago, he waited for a while, toeing the invisible fence between pack lands and the wilderness beyond. He paced in a circle, his heart hammering in his chest as, all too suddenly, he was reminded of the reason he had deviated beyond the River wolves' borders: A failed mission to secure aid for his parents, but a successful feat in convincing Quil (and her sibling) to leave Willow Ridge.
A whine left his muzzle in worry and he shook his head as he forced himself to sit down and collect himself. He bowed his head and closed his eyes.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was several weeks ago now and these are my sins...
- I've made a failed attempt to honor my father and mother and turned their best chance of procuring a remedy into a gaffe. The wolves who were to be our allies are now enemies.
- I've said your name in vain, so many times over under my breath.
- I have coveted my neighbor's den, their family, their kinship.
- I have slandered my neighbor, maybe borne false witness against them.
- But, worst of all, I have stolen. I have stolen what I had thought should be mine, my ultimate offense against sullying the wolves of Willow Ridge.
A deep sigh exited him in a puff of cloud-like vapor as he finished. As penance I will be more altruistic, more open-minded, and carry out for You, seven good deeds. Starting now...
When he opened his eyes again he looked around, gazing over his shoulders twice before gathering his feet beneath him and shaking the snow from his coat. As if it were a risky sort of task, he offered a few loud barks (attempting to make them sound as casual and undemanding as he could) towards the depths of Cut Rock River, attempting to beckon @Kisla or @Maksim from the heart of their domain. As he saw it, the longer Rook remained within their ranks, the more he directed Willow Ridge's sights on the pack. So long as they would hear him out, he hoped their brief exchange of news would be received and sealed on a good note.