Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

The male nodded, a faint smile crossing his features. The elder wolf was an important friend, and perhaps even his only friend. The others had taken their leave, and though it had hurt at first, he sort of understood. Sort of. For some of them. Aesop was the only one who remained, or so he strongly believed. In truth, the cream-coloured man was no longer there, having gone off to wherever, but he didn’t know that. Not yet, anyways. Her words only encouraged his belief, as was shown through a slight wave of his tail. “I hope so, too,” he said, a new sense of energy surging through him. It became his mission, in that moment, to find a place he could settle at that was close to the sea. Going directly to the sea would have been the better option, but that might be weird.
 
“Travel safely,” Alastor added, then, silently wishing her the best during her journey home. He watched her go off for a moment or two, before glancing back out over the bypass. It would most likely be the last time he’d see the old territory, or at least the last time for a long while. Surprisingly, that thought did not sadden him. Giving his final goodbyes to the land, the Greek turned and headed off, allowing his legs to carry him wherever. It didn’t matter where he went at that point, for he was free of what had been weighing him down. Free to travel and find a new home, to find his lost friend.