Clear sky, 1.4F/-17C
This love has taken its toll on me
Viorel was slowly becoming more and more confident in the woods, gone was the pressing claustrophobic feeling the trees once brought. It had been a couple of weeks since the Valles had woken up in this strange land and so far nobody except for the four of them had arrived, he was beginning to think that the others were safe back on the coast. That was good, for them he meant. The dark teen was happy to think that his family was safe and not dumped alone somewhere, but he had spent a lot of time the last few days dwelling on the melancholy of it all. It wasn’t the extended family that he was upset about so much as his sister and his mother, it was hard to accept that he may never see them again.
Then there was the excitement of their future plans, and how well everything seemed to be working for them right now. But, even with that excitement came the nerves of what Vayko had said to him about how a pack would expect pups in the spring to make them stronger. He knew that this was true deep down, and he couldn’t blame his cousin for not being ready for something like that. But, Viorel wasn’t sure that he was ready either. And, even if he was, who would he even have pups with? It wasn’t like he had a mate or anything even close to it.
These were the thoughts that propelled the black and grey Valle to explore a little further from their home base. It wasn’t as nice as their little creek but it was certainly a lot more welcoming than the ghastly woods he had found a few days after waking up here. Viorel wasn’t looking for anything in particular, but walking helped clear his head and he wondered if there might be a herd about, or some other landmark it would be best to know about.
She said goodbye too many times before