- If I go crazy then will you stillcall me superman?
A rushed sigh fled from his lips, and was whisked away from the blowing wind. He was not sure what to do with his time. He was fed, he was not tired, and he had caught a few fish last night to tuck away in the pack's cache. He did not know what to do with himself. It was hot of coarse, and he was at the edge of the river, just peering into the rushing water if time was not a matter. It was. It had been too long since he had seen Volkan, and he missed her greatly. He also felt the time and distance starting to take it's toll. They couldn't always just pick up where they had left off. He was for certain they could only rebound so many times. Couldn't love only repair so much? He debated the idea back and forth knowing how much Indru and Corinna had been through and how they were still together. Wasn't there always a weak spot,one little thing to shatter the whole picture? What would it be for him and Volkan? How they were not together day by day? Or would it only instill what they had? Many questions as he had, there was never a suitable answer. Love would grow strong or it would grow weak. Which one he did not know. It was what scared him.
He rose from his seat, and started pacing along the banks like a hunter stalking it's prey. He wanted to look like he was doing something productive instead of brooding. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk because he was afraid what might come of it. Who he really wanted to talk to was missing. Kinis. Holding back the sorrow, the tips of his ears bent, and his lips drooped into a frown. He had not found any trace of his lost litter mate, and well knew no one else had either. No one who knew him. Triell tried to fight the grief, thinking him dead. It was not something Kinis deserved. Triell wanted to see him again, see life within his eyes, and the mischievous grin on his face. He wanted to make him laugh, and tease him. He wanted them to go swimming again. It seemed impossible. What was worse, it wasn't like they knew for sure what had happened to him or where his body was. He closed his eyes, wishing he had had some closure, something to keep him together instead of in pieces.