Open for 1 or 2! Mid-afternoon. 53F/12C, foggy.
Rules seemed kind of pointless, now. Being inside pack territory hadn’t saved his Mama from the cougar – neither had being with another wolf. The giant cat had still killed her, left her blood all over the ground…and she was only lengths away from the den. If those rules she’d laid out meant nothing, what was the point? If Risaela was gone for days on end…
Did it help her? Should he try it? Would anyone even care if Mathéo Tainn left Heartwood River and didn’t look back?
There were no other Tainns, after all. No family. And while he wasn’t entirely sure if he really wanted to break away from the pack of wolves entirely (because he liked Lach and Laike and maybe his sister would come back), he wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to be there, either. He was sad, and there was nothing there to make him feel any better.
Upon arriving at the lake, Mathéo paused, his brows raised at the enormous pool of water. It was far different from the river Lachesis had shown him (when everything was still good) – so did the river rules apply? The child snorted softly, stepping into the wet sand and wading deeper into the water, up to his belly, up to his chest. The rules didn’t help his Mama – they probably wouldn’t make a difference to him, either.