The timing couldn't be any worse. With the birth of his second litter, Askan didn't want to pull Drestig away from his family. His pups and mate deserved his attention, required it even, and yet he was all the Selwyn had left. In terms of a father figure that is. Wasn't he so pathetic? That he wanted to cling on so tightly to him, just in case something happened? Because Gods above, if something happened to him he wouldn't be able to stand it. And that was only taking himself-rather selfishly- into consideration. What of his newborn children? Didn't they deserve him just as much, if not more so then Askan?
Askan was such an awful person, he knew that Jessie would no doubt want to twist his ear for this, but he continued forward, trudging along the old path towards the communal den.
He didn't frequent this part of the territory as much as he used to, but ever since the incident he'd been avoiding it like the plaque. He knew they all meant well, that they simply wanted to help but honestly, he didn't want to have to deal with apologetic stares and offers of help. They didn't know what had happened, only Reyes did at this point, but they knew something bad had occurred. Something so awful that it transformed the gruff bastard with a heart of gold into a flighty, feeble mutt who was more to prone to outbursts of tears rather than aggression.
Stepping into the forest opening, Askan glanced about and his tail curled inward between his legs.
"Drestig?" He called, his voice still a little raspy and sore, but far stronger than it had been days before. If he wasn't here, well he knew there were other places to check, but he didn't really want to. He just wanted...What was out of reach, for what it was worth he might as well try and drag the clouds to the ground.