Blackfoot Forest Step by Step

Sebastian walked on, trying to numb out the pain even more. He had to keep his mind on the end line. He was so close, and he wished he could rest. The male grunted softly in response to her confirming they could make it. The male wished they were there already, not because he wanted to get rid of Andalusia but he craved for the comfort. He let out a long sigh when she asked. "I am not even sure what happened," he admitted. "All I know is that I was in the North visiting a female that did a favor to my pack. And well I was just scouting the area and I stumbled onto this female. She smelled I was from the Caldera and went ballistic really. I wasn't fighting back, telling her I wasn't some assassin that would kill her. I am not a wolf that even wants to be an assassin you know?," he spoke.

The male shook his head before continuing. "She called her pack and it was almost my death. I should have run when I could but I didn't want to run. I didn't want to be a coward," he mumbled. "And I wasn't even ON their territory. Those wolves are crazy," he huffed. "Apparently she is my alpha's daughter, but she isn't such a fan of my alpha it seems," Sebastian explained. The grey tank of a male was disliking his immense size. It made other wolves freak out most of the time. His walking pace had gotten a bit slower, and pants are heard between his sentences. Sebastian was tired, so tired. Though he sped up again though. His want to go home was bigger.