Honeyed Pasture the coldest story ever told

@Constantine

Despite Rannoch’s vow to the sea, the worn child found himself traveling inland and away the life he had come to know. Though he knew he was to stay with the wolves of the bay, he still wondered if he truly was the one that had been promised to the Leviathan. Even if he was learning a great deal about the art of combat, the child felt lost, hopeless, and in need of his family. He was constantly at war with himself, begruding his previous actions darkly. After all, it was his fault that he was here and not at home. 

A frown had settled heavily upon his dark lips as he trekked through the unknown territory. Despite his better judgement, the Benthos kept his head low and his eyes to the ground. At this point, in the midst of his missing his family, he simply didn’t care if anything got to him. If it would help him find a way back to the evergreen forest, he would risk it all.

Constantine had not been home in weeks now – his fiery eyes cast toward the shores and the direction he knew the tall redwoods to rest, but he could not bring himself to check in with his sisters – not yet. He had hoped more fruition would have come from his departure during this time, but thus far it was not to be so – and instead, the ebony wolf could only hope that the forest thrived under the leadership and hopes of his youngest sisters.
 
Soon, he would need to inform them of where he was – and ensure himself they too were okay. Within the next day, he would go – seek them out.
 
The stretch of fields before him was one he wasn’t overly familiar with, despite having housed himself beside it for many months. Open lands had never left him confortable, for he had always felt vulnerable within them.. but now, instead of settling upon the plateau, where he truly belonged.. the Mayfair had went with Aria and Eilidh to a different mountain – and found himself among strangers once more.
 
If only his father was alive to guide him.
 
His eyes swept over the landscape before him and he forced himself to release a gentle sigh in hopes of relaxing his nervousness – this moment, once more seeking out Donnelaith was not about him – it was about his family. Yet when the form of a silver boy caught his attention – finding him a welcoming distraction. He spoke nothing yet – instead, his orange gaze followed the youth, watchful to where he might go to.