Maybe he should have been paying more attention to where he was going. Having visited with his Aunt Namid, he’d continued back west – and promptly decided he was not yet ready to go home. Instead of returning to Grizzly Hollow, he made an abrupt turn northwards, intent on at least visiting Flair before going back home. The babies were going to be born soon, if not already, and he really should make sure Oula was alright…even if no one had given him a timeline.
By the time Felix had freed himself of his rambling mind and looked up, he realized he had no idea where he was. Not that he ever did, travelling around like this, but – the woods were dark. Too dark given the time of day. It could get away from him, sometimes, but it wasn’t nightfall, not yet. The lone wolf stared out into the swirling mists and realized he could not see two lengths in front of him, and not behind him, either. The air felt thick, dense; all at once, the silver male found himself feeling rather claustrophobic and gave a violent shudder. “Who’s there?” he called to the trees, if only to hear something.
Everything else was so…quiet.