Things had been… difficult, since he had received the news of the passing of his father. He didn’t know how to feel and with that came conflicting emotions that washed over him constantly. With it came a guilt for all the time he failed to spend with his father, guilt over choosing to stay in the Backwater when he could have been at the Cove developing a relationship with the man… there was anger that he was taken from him, especially given the way he had essentially forsaken his relationship with his mother after he had learned of the secret she kept from him…
There was a longing for everything to make sense, a longing for him to once again find his mother lest she die on him too… a desire to visit the Cove, to visit the grave, and pay the condolences to the pack who were more family to him than Seri had ever been… and yet, he did not. Instead, he found others ways of coping. He buried himself into his work for the Backwater, driving himself to near exhaustion each day, staring early and working late… if only to distract himself from all the conflicting emotions in his head.
No doubt everyone else noticed he was self-destructing around them. He made his way towards the mud brothers hangout, tucked near the pack den but far enough away to talk with a morning meal, settling down as he mentally made plans for the day, figuring out how he was going to help out… perhaps it was time to work on his next scouting mission?