It had been a few weeks, but Nash's conversation with his brother still weighed on his mind. Sure, he'd been able to set it aside sometimes. Not think about it. Certainly not show he was upset. At one point he'd thought about just... Walking away for a while. Slipping off on his own and leaving the mountain behind.
He'd come back of course, but it might have been a while. He'd spent so long travelling and no time actually looking, seeing, learning. Why had he spent so long obsessing over finding wolves that had left on their own? Why hadn't he left and found his own life, like Chan said?
Stupid.
He'd spent hours sitting on the border, staring out, willing himself to take that step. He'd been beyond the borders of course, but this time the weight was different. The meaning.
He'd turned around and come home and laid on the Lakeshore on sullen numbness.
Nash decided he should talk to his mom. He had months to figure out what he wanted, and what Chan had said made an impact, but Moon's opinion was still important, and he didn't want her to feel left behind.
He headed toward the den, hoping she would be around. "Mama?" he called softly.