Tapat sucked in the deepest breath he could muster. The salty air filling his lungs. The sand bridge was there before him. It was now or never. If he wanted to make it to the mainland. He had to know where Lagan was. Though, with that determination to find one wolf there was also immense fear. He had never been out on his own. Could he even survive? He knew what to do when his stomach was rumbling but what if other things happened?!

Along with the fear came the utter disappointment in himself that he was going to leave Hemlock. It was something that locked into his long-term memory. Though the sea couldn't be tough to find. He knew what it scented like and when he found Lagan. He would instantly return to Hemlock. Find Lagan, go to Hemlock again. He looked over his shoulder and then shut his eyes closed. It was the biggest step he took in his life. Then his feet started moving, running. He ran over the sand bridge, tears welling up in his eyes. "Goodbye Hemlock, Goodbye Siblings," he whispered to himself as he ran. He had to run if he would stop he would return.

He ran all the way to the other end. The moon shining down on his white pelt. As he came closer to the shore the bridge was fading behind him. His heart was beating fast. The door closed. He couldn't return. He sounded a long guilty goodbye howl that carried over the waves. If the howl reached the pack he didn't know but it didn't feel okay to go without saying goodbye.