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Maeve gets a depressed/brooding Arion :c sorry for sad post
Arion truly was not sure where he belonged anymore. After his father had abandoned both him and his mother the smudge had accepted the loss. He knew that Inkheart was not going to return to the family he had left behind and R had been okay with that. At times, he even pretended that father had died in order to deal with the thought of being abandoned — or, that he never had a father. He had very few memories of Inkheart so it was easy to pretend that the obsidian wolf did not exist. Even his mother very seldom mentioned her former mate — whether it was because she still hoped for his return or despised him for his permanent absence, Arion did not know. And now he would never know.
After discovering his mother’s broken body the boy had remained by her side for what felt like weeks. He would rather be abandoned by ten fathers than experience the death of his mother. She had been ripped away from him far too early — there was so much they still needed to experience together. She was supposed to become a grandmother and dote on little Celencio’s… she was supposed to see her only son grow and make a name for himself… Now, he did not know where to go or what to do. He had brushed by the borders of the Pines to let his packmates know he was still around, but he couldn’t return — not yet. There was a hole in his heart so big he felt as though he would never heal.
After spending several days curled up next to Zia’s body the smudge had gathered the strength to dig his mother a grave at the base of the mountain. He would tell his packmates when he was ready and allow them to grieve her loss, but for now he was being selfish. She had been his mother — the only thing that had ever truly mattered to him — and she had been violently ripped away from him. It wasn’t fair, he thought to himself as he had kicked dirt over the silver body of his mother, teal eyes dripping with salty tears that stained his dark fur. The boy had lingered around the gravesite for a few more days before reluctantly dragging his frail body away, his stomach roaring with hunger pains.
Not yet ready to face his pack, Arion headed to the falls in pursuit of a distraction. He knew he would have to return to the pines soon, the boy was reluctant. There was nothing left for him there; no family to tie him to the land. Despite the relationship he had formed with the sisters, it was not the same. The only family Arion had ever known was gone and it would never come back.
Transfixed by the rushing water, the smudge hovered at the edge of the rapids. He had not noticed the presence of the grayscale loner, and even if he had he would not have done anything. Conversation was not high on his priority list. Nothing was.