Silvertip Mountain And bury the letters left unsent

Oh boy...

Finally, he'd returned to the mountain. For days he'd been gone, having left without warning and given no estimated time of his return. To do so had slipped his mind entirely and, in all honesty, he could not feel bad for it. Having wished to pursue the trade of a scout early on in life, he'd felt his need to travel could not be held against him. To explore and see various sights, to map the land mentally; it was practically engraved into his very existence. To try and tie the male down would be a terrible thing, something that anyone would surely regret. While polite by nature, he could not sit back and allow such basic rights to be stolen away from him. Perhaps it was the fear of that, of someone telling him he could no longer leave the territory, that kept him from letting others know of his departure time and time again. He was unsure of that, however, but a part of his mind recognized the hypothesis as being believable. After all, why else would he, a formal and gentlemanly wolf, depart a scene in such a rude manner? It made no sense any other way, and so he inwardly accepted the statement as a fact.

All of that mattered little, presently, for he'd crossed the threshold back into the pack's lands. He'd returned to the place he called home, though he still couldn't say it truly felt as such. Something was missing, something he tried to make up for continuously by wandering away and satisfying his appetite for adventure. The appearance of the missing piece to the puzzle that was his life was unknown, unrecognizable, so it was hard to say what would fit into it's place. The only reason he knew something was missing was because of the dark space left unfilled, however he'd never felt a true need to fill it until recently. It was months ago that he'd reached the wild age of two, but only lately had the effects of such started to come after him. Alastor had yet to realize such was the case, however, and so he'd continued onward uncertain of why he felt out of place. No matter which reach of the mountainous terrain he'd touched, it did not dull the unexplainable sensation in any way. All he could do at that point was sit beneath a tree and hope that, someday soon perhaps, he would understand that which troubled him.