Wolf RPG

Though the rain had brought the Fire low before the forest could be destroyed, the scar it left on the plateau's corner was wide and jagged.  A field of damp ash and broken, mostly seared trunks.  

He'd searched after, but found no trace.  And instead of allaying his fears, he was unable to shake the pessimistic confirmation this seemed to offer.  After all, fire, by its very nature, consumed.  Of course there would be no trace.  She was gone.  The days that passed after only made this more apparent, and silently the alpha withdrew.

The nights were the worst.

Their sleeping arrangements had been her idea, a request to put her own fears aside, but he had gladly settled into the routine.  Now the night was too quiet and he found himself unable to sleep, caught up in restless wanderinfs that avoided others and tended more and more to the borders beyond.  There were times when he sought comfort in others, but in the face of such a shaking blow, there were none he wished to share such feelings with.  Even if he knew it would be for another's benefit, for once a selfish sort of indifference was allowed to surface.  His packmates might need assurance, but he needed time.  

And when the rage and pain that brewed beneath threatened to overwhelm, he took it.  Without a word to anyone, trusting that Lasher and Blue would look after things for the time being, he crossed the borders and kept going.  He did not travel towards the Caldera - Peregrine had forfeited his right to know what had happened - nor did he seek the shore.  Instead he went east, his paws tracing the route that so long ago had brought him to these lands in the first place.  So much had happened since then, and now, for the first time and in a moment of pure bitter weakness, he found it within himself to regret every bit of it.