Sun Mote Copse it's the wind blowing free; it's the end of a slope

Killdeer had a decision to make.

His heart had been divided into thirds—one at Brecheliant, where his half-siblings resided; one at Moonspear, where his children grew; and one here, where his beloved mother and grandmother now called home.

No matter the effort, he could not divide himself into thirds, nor could he be three places at once.

He must choose.

He must choose.

After some time on his own, wandering and musing, he returned to the borders of Meerkat's pack and howled for @Towhee (or at least someone to let her know he was calling for her) and—to his surprise, finding her scent—@Fennec as well. 

His tail wagged involuntarily, thinking of the pair. Yet sorrow sought to drag him down as well; what if he never returned? What if he chose other obligations over them?

Killer sank his teeth into his lower lip, not hard enough to draw blood—but enough to counter the pain of setting such a huge part of his life aside.

Fennec struggled with decisions as well.

Her heart lay in four places, each one different and each one with reasons she could be happily settled there. But none of these places actually promised happiness, and more and more she was finding actual contentment was something she didn’t know how to feel. Something was always wrong. No place was ever just enough.

Fennec came as quickly as she could when Killdeer called, though, and ran to embrace him despite muddy paws. She hadn’t even stopped to clean them since finally deciding to break ground near her den site. A few plants; nothing permanent yet.

Killer! Is everything okay? She asked, checking him over subtly as she listened. He seemed healthy, strong, and relatively happy. But the visit was unexpected, and she wondered if it was more than just a check in.

Ma, he replied warmly, smiling at the sight of her dirty paws. She'd been gardening again, obviously; that was one of the things he knew made her happy (or at least content) and that made him glad in turn. Killdeer gave her a short but tight embrace before stepping back.

He chewed on that question for a brief moment before replying, I guess. I've been traveling. Thinking. I've gotta decide where to go from here, and I. . .I don't know how to choose.

Killer went on. My half-siblings are in Brecheliant, my children are in Moonspear, and you and Towhee are here, he said. I know I could just bounce back and forth—all the packs are close enough, anyway—but I don't wanna do that. I want to have a purpose.

He paused, then, thinking how to word what to say next. Fennec and Germanicus had not ended on good terms, after all, but. . . Like, in Mereo, I had a duty. I had responsibility. I miss that, honestly, Killdeer admitted. 

I dunno, Ma, he sighed. What would you do, if you were me? Probably a loaded question, but fuck it. He was out of his own answers.