don't worry about me the heart is suppose to bleed
He didn't think it would be hard to set foot out of the Ridge. It had been easy when he had set to the Ghastly Woods, getting out of the smothering atmosphere that nothing was wrong. Gold eyes looked back upon the Ridge, trying to memorize it, it was quite hard. It felt wrong to turn his back against it. Those he had comforted, fed, and protected. But, everything he had done, and worked for seemed to slip away. As if he had never came back, and nothing had changed.
Would Ravenna think less of him for not staying beneath Sven? For not wanting to help Enoki raise her first litter? Would she think it terrible he hated how it was her Uncle's to begin with? He didn't know, and wasn't sure he wanted to. Why he had heart to want to speak to them, he didn't feel it would matter. Surely they would not miss him. Maybe, the food he had brought back, and the secure borders. But him? They would be better off mending their wounds as a family without the odd man out. Really, shouldn't they know, there wasn't anything here for him. It was not in his nature to be continually shoved down and cast aside.
A shake of his rough, he put his cream muzzle to the sky and sang a song of goodbye, a sad note managing to creep within it. He would miss them. Swiftly he headed out, following the trail Odin had started. He was eager to reach them, and get away from here. There were sudden footfalls, and he turned enough to see who was coming up behind him. "Attica?" What are you doing here? Are you okay? He wordlessly seemed to ask with his soft, gold gaze.