Dated for: February 11
His shoulder had healed slowly but decently, not fully yet, after that rambunctious day with Enoki and an angry wolverine. While he had taken use to the soreness or ache that laid across his right shoulder Deacon assumed his normal growing child duties. Walking around, eating, and fooling around. This had became his pattern since practically the day he could walk. Although the older he got the more he craved for more. Something was stirring inside the oldest Archer-Lyall prince. Something incurable by the pure cause of his bloodlines. Wanderlust.
Shuffling around he hesitated what to do about it for a long while. Often times he took short trips to try and fight the urges to go further. But this was ridiculous. His paws and mind always begged or whispered for him to go farther. To see what was beyond his well known surroundings. While he wasn't entirely sure if it was the logically right idea, he knew it felt like the right idea.
Anxious nerves settled in. He desperately needed to be set free. Deacon was almost sure if he stayed any longer it would be like a butterfly having its wings ripped off. Pacing around he stood near the southern borders where many scents mingled together. The smell of all his pack mates and members he called family. They had done so much for him and all he wanted to do was leave? Well it seemed the prince was rather rude after all...
Deciding it was now or never his muzzle was pointed up to the sky. Shaky he paused to take in a deep breath. All before the air was pushed back in a howl for his parents or anyone who had close ties to him. When his song was paused the dark boy's rump slammed into the snowy floor. It was merely a waiting game now.