Wraith How many days had it been? Wraith had lost count. That, too, was another notch of guilt on his conscience. Shouldn't he remember the exact number of days that had passed since he led half his pack to their deaths? At least he vividly recalled their horrified faces as they fell together while he could only scream uselessly at the top of the ridge. He'd been trusted with the safety, with leading them to success. Poor decision, father, Wraith thought miserably. The male had thought that he could escape his guilt by coming this far, but it seemed the more he walked away from his old life, the more the ghosts of his packmates haunted him. He could see them in his dreams every night, hear them with every step he took into this foreign land. Wraith whined and shook his head as their screams echoed in his head. "I know. I know I failed you. I'm so sorry. Please." Of course, no one responded. They were frustrating ghosts in that way. He panted anxiously now, feeling as if this forest he sought refuge in was closing in around him and passing judgement. While he felt he deserved every ounce of unfortunate tidings and mishap that fell upon him - and worse - the torture of this limbo was too much. On a growl, Wraith broke out into a run. Even the passing wildflowers couldn't hold his interest, though he hadn't seen their like in his homeland. Recklessly, he raced along a ravine with the sure-footedness of his upbringing without much care for where he ended up. His lack of attention was unfortunate for the poor wolf he careened into with his burly stature, for he knocked the poor thing off its feet and tripped over them himself. Immediately, Wraith was back on his feet and hunkering close to the ground in apology. "Are you alright? I'm sorry. I should have been looking where I was going. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?""Speech."all my nightmares escape my head,bar the door, please don't let them in |
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