Leaving the Plateu had become a recurring act for Finn everytime his head wandered again to those shady scenarios of love he had never considered. He would surprise himself sighing like a fool, while blinking up at clouds that oddly resembled her face. The male would shake his head and whisper a reprimand for his taunting subcouncious who responded by playing a set of images and memories that were bound to drive him crazy.

You cannot be tied down, he told himself as he raced past the river's edge and into a forest he had not explored before. Besides having a consuming fear of enclosure, he also felt himself panic at the thought of commitment. Contracts were not his forte.

But running away was.
He had ran from home once his irreverent attitude had become almost unbearable for the few members of her family-knit pack. Besides they had already threatened to kick him along with his mother if he refused to simmer down. He had ran away the first time he heard thunder crash from the skies, leaving a perfectly good piece of meat abandoned because the fear took over him.

And now he was running away because he was afraid to fall. Not into a canyon or a cliff but into a feeling he didn't comprehend.
Love.

He only stopped when his paws could no longer feel the ground, in his imagination the ground that held him had shattered into emptiness, one that made him feel that he really was falling down the hypothetical cliff created in his mind. The truth however was that all the erratic running had left his paws numb and his lungs exhausted, like deflated balloons that cried for air.

His lips parted slightly, allowing air to flow down his trachea again. Not only did he feel physically exhausted, but also emotionally drained. Unconciously his feet dragged him to the edge of the creek, seeking too quench his thirst.

After a long cool drink, the male turned, finally noticing that he had company. A jet-black wolf with emerald eyes laid lazily under a tree, and though his first thought went to the pack's Healer and Beta --Blue Willow-- he quickly realized it was not her. The silver-dipped man began to walk towards her, his tail held in a neutral position.

You lost? he barked once the distance between them had been reduced. Though he was not hostile or harsh, his tone did hold a tinge of seriousness. (something completely unnatural in him)

His olive eyes rested on her face, silently wondering if she was Blue Willow's stunt double, as Finley was to him. Though as she began to speak his senseless thoughts were wuickly dismissed from his mind. Though this female was as diplomatic as Blue, she held a certain glint of hidden mystery in the edge of her eyes.

He pricked his ears and whipped his tail around as she commented on his rank, though he didn't see the tag given by Alpha's as the sole label of your status, he did appreciate being aong the elite (in his mind of course).

She didn't seem like an old wolf, not in appereance, yet she confessedd having been of a high rank when she was his age. An obvious give away for him of her seniority. You're not on pack lands miss, I am Finn from Blacktail Deer Plateu he barked, slightly flexing his muscles as the name of his packs was pronounced.

What happened then? Did you give it up to become a traveller? he asked, no sarcasm or judgement hidden in his voice. He had also left his home, with nothing to his name and no knowledge of the world that awaited outside.

What the young man expected to be a casual encounter quickly turned into a sob-fest. His eyes widened as the female began telling her complete biography in a sad, melancholic tone. As strangers, he hadn't expected for her to get so emotional or to tell him at all. He, for instance, wouldn't even think of telling the first wolf he met what lied in his heart.

For a second, as the ebony she-wolf continued to whine, Finn wondered if it had been something he had said that had triggered her tears. Though before he could make any movement or even make a sound, she apologized, asking a stroy about him in return.

Naturally, the man blinked at her with confusion. He wasn't used to this traditional way of introducing to another. Most of his approachs or encounters were based on jokes and witty remarks. Formality it seemed wasn't his forte either.

Umm,well I come from far away, left home because I grew sick of my pack and they grew sick of me he barked awkwardly, his shoulders slumping towards the end of his narration.

While a more sensible wolf would've taken the female's words as comfort, Finn shook his head. He had been told many times that if he didn't get his act straight he might as well leave. And though his birth pack was solely family-based, all the inmidiate relatives he had was his mother. All the others were second cousins or uncles, though they seemed to forget that when treating him. (Because all knew where he had come from, they all knew that his blood was tainted -- All except himself)

Though they had various chances of telling him about his true lineage, not even his mother dared to speak of his father. For all of them , it was a tragic disgrace to have him among his ranks, because the blood of the enemy flowed through his veins. And although no one told him so, they didn't bother to hide it either.

No, they were my mother's family but not mine. They didn't want me to be so and I didn't want it either he barked again, not knowing why he was even bothering to explain himself.

Though he his childhood had been rough and lonely, he didn't think of it as a bad childhood. Depite the bullying and the teasing, he had had a lot of fun while growing up; and though he had gotten himself and his mother in a lot of trouble because of his pranks he had been a happy child.

When the female offered her support, the silver male blinked at her with surprise. It was rare to find a friendly loner these days, most were worried about their own well being (and they were not to blame) but this female seemed genuinely concerned for him. It was confusing for him, it wen't against the single law he had learned while being a loner: the world was dog eat dog place, where only the fittest survived.

No, thanks though.. I've gotte over it now he barked, curling his lips into a gentle smile. Finding a kind soul stranded in the open was like finding a diamond among charcoal rocks.

His olive eyes settled on her, though he heard the birds callings too he found it weird for them to be near the coast. His ears swiveled brusquely on top of his head as one of the feathery creatures landed in front of the female. He watched with interest as she threw a punch at it, only to have the bird retaliate with a snap on her ear.

Fueled by the shap cried of both Esperanza and the crow, Finn lunged forward attempting to catch the bird between his jaws before it could escape. Unfortunately the crow was faster and managed to slip away before the man's jaws closed around him.

What the hell is wrong with that thing?! he barked with annoyance, turning his head to inspect the female's wound. Though he was a total ignorant when it came to healing he offered his help. Umm, shall we call someone, there a healer in my pack he offered lamely, his eyes glued to the cut the bird had left in her ear.

Though her injury wasn't alarming, Finn continued to eye the little droplets of blood that trickled down her ear staining her ebony coat with a reddish glow. He wondered if it stung, it looked painful but the female wasn't even bothered.

She explained briefly that her years as a loner had trained her as a healer. The young male looked at her with interest, not only did she look like Blue Willow but she was also a healer. Interesting; though not as much as what she seemed to be explaining about mashing stuff and and infections and other words that were foreign for him.

He bobbed his head in feigned understandment, though he realized it was valuable knowledge he thought that healing was not his calling. What brings you here to the Wilds? he asked then, wondering if she was searching for something in particular.

Swiftcurrent, he mused aloud, remembering that had been the place the Plateu's dear Alpha, Fox, had come from. The reasons of her departure were never really clear to him but he supposed it had nothing to do about the place, since when they had first met there she seemed content.

I don't know much about them, though that you're far away.. he pointed out, motioning to the beachy surroundings that they were caught in. He was also fairly far from the Plateu, but he had chosen to distance himself from it. It had been the stress (his passion for scouting) and his own paws that had drove him in this direction.

If it were not because of his lack of spirituality he would've sworn the female before his eyes had some sort of uncomprehensible connection with nature. At the pronunciation of the word 'strom' the heavens realeased a roaring thunder in response, causing the female to chuckle and speak to the clouds as if these had ears.

He shot a funny look at her, and then at the sky, waiting maybe for another thunder or perhaphs a lightning to fall next to their feet. Instead millions of tiny droplets of water fell onto his head and back. It was time to head back.

Well,it was nice to meet you Esper, he began, while flattening his ears as a fat raindrop splashed against his forehead. Do you want me to walk you out of here or are you alright staying? Swiftcurrent is far on the east side, he barked, not wanting to leave the injured female alone by the sea. Especially after knowing where she was headed.