Under the lamppost back on Sixth street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
- "Photograph/Clean", Louisa Wendorff feat. Who Is Fancy
September 28th; Northwest of Grizzly Hollow borders; Evening, near-sunset; Sunny skies; 47 ° F, 9 ° C
The trip back to Relic Lore had been a grueling one. Rook had seen the full moon one too many times by now and when he had been at least halfway between Renegades Reach and the northern stretch of Cedarwood Forest he had stared up into a true last-quarter moon. His paws ached, though his limbs remained restless. While he had enjoyed his time with his immediate family, it soon grew on him that the more he spent time with his nephew and twin nieces, the more he missed out on his own cubs' milestones. Their little milk teeth were now being replaced, their adult coloring was starting to become apparent in their faces, and their puppy blue eyes were just about ready to shift in hue. He had helped hone the vocabulary of Trisden and Wicket's brood; and, meanwhile, he had missed out on all the emerging personalities that made up @Joan's righteousness, @Felix's curiosity, and @Ophelia's confidence.
It had taken quite the inner pep talk but as soon as he was able to stop carrying the guilt and the regret, he bid goodbye to the Reach once more. A part of him had been so sure that he would not have been able to pry himself away from his sisters, but he had already been gone for so long that he felt as if they had all grown outward in their own directions. In some sense, their roots were the same, but only a fraction of their branches intertwined. He hadn't been able to discern what had gone on with Bishop, but it was all too clear to Rook that his older siblings had lives and families of their own. Rook was their baby brother but, finally, no longer "the baby" of the pack. It was refreshing, relieving in all the ways that told him that he no longer owed the Lyalls of Renegades Reach anything but his love and well-wishes. Trisden and Wicket had taken charge of it for sometime now and would take care of it for as long as they and their offspring were able. Rook had his own place and right now it continually called his name.
Through the Thicket he meandered over the twisted vines and crooked shrubbery, not stopping until he had reached the first cedar. Here, he stopped to survey his surroundings, his ears perking at the sound of wildlife nearby. At first it was merely little plops and splashes in the bubbling creek just out of sight, then it became a chorus of frogsong as the minutes wore on and the sky began to slowly darken.
Tired, his haunches sank beneath him; he winced as he forced himself to stand back up and move to where the Frog Chirp Creek finally rose up to meet him. Several beady frog eyes blinked upon his arrival, but as he wearily collapsed on the riverbank, the wart-covered cratures made themselves scarce. The croaking continued elsewhere in the distance. Rook quenched his thirst with a sigh. He knew he had a little bit more distance to cover but found now that he could not ignore the heaviness in his shoulders.
With his chin and paws in the shallowest part of the shallows, he closed his eyes. As soon as he had regained his stamina, he would see to it that he would find @Veho and Oula and the rest of their family.