early morning
light snow
28.4 ° F, -2 ° C
He didn't know what he had been expecting when he traveled deep into spectral woods- but this wasn't it. The scent of wolves was stale and lost, lingering like a distant memory. He narrowed his eyes and sniffed more, waiting for a gust of wind to prove him wrong. There was nothing. He had wandered into the deepest parts of the woods, his nose in the air searching for the border. It was frozen to a crisp, just like the rest of him. There was no recent scent markings. Aponi, her pack- gone? He stomped a cold wet foot into the snow in defeat. If you had asked him why he visited, he'd lie and say it was chance. That fate had brought him here- but he had come here knowingly. Since partnering up with Circe, he always kept close to her side. It wasn't often that he drifted off into the snow. Today had been different, he had wanted to see Aponi. He was humoring joining a pack more and more with each day that went by. He knew the draw would open their doors to him, but he wanted to see Aponi first. He wanted to speak with her, see what her pack could offer him. He suspected he had his answer: "Nothing," he grunted. He stood still against the cold wind, snowflakes beating against him in denial.
He didn't need to sniff around their abandoned den to get the idea. This had been his final option. He was not going to join a pack. His paws were cold in the snow, his ears flattened against his head for warmth. He couldn't believe it. What had happened to them? Maybe the winter had been to harsh, maybe they had moved their family elsewhere. Whatever the answer, Vaken knew they were gone.