He should have left when the grumpy uncles had gone off on their own.
He should have left when Sphinx had gone missing.
He should have left when Anwen had stopped meeting him.
He should have left when Dad died...
Chimera had spent so much time clinging to others that he had finally come to a breaking point. By now, he knew better than to keep chasing ghosts. There were always going to be others coming and others going, but all he had ever asked for was something constant. While, his mother and Gale had always been there, usually lurking at the back of his mind, it wasn't the same.
For as long as he could remember, he had always felt different. He was too small, too stocky, too arrogant and haughty. No one understood his frustration of always feeling as if he were on the outside of things.
He had had it.
Heavy (and loud) footsteps brought him from the den to the outskirts of the territory for what seemed to be the very last time. He took a deep breath as he surveyed the Lowlands before him, what little bits of Field extended beyond his mother's most recent territory markers and the creek that would lead him out into the wilderness. He had done this before, when Anwen had been around; he figuratively could do it again. Leave... but this time, for good (or until he finally found a means to come back home).
With a slow and ever-dramatic lift of his paw, he moved forward, wanting nothing more than to leave everything familiar behind.