Ankyra Sound One wing will never fly

Inching forward on his belly, Hugo crawled toward the cliff-face until his forepaws hung just over the edge. There, he let them dangle into oblivion. Looking down, he could see the waves mercilessly breaking into the rocks -- one after the other in a choppy, unpredictable rhythm. The thought of those same waves crashing over him briefly crossed his mind. Of course, he would be a liar if he said he hadn't considered taking his own life. The call of the void was strong, and though Hugo was no man of faith, the thought of joining his dear Annabelle in the throes of death was a strange comfort.

Something, however, unknown to Tweed, kept him from making both the proverbial and literal leap of faith one such action would require. He was a man of old fashioned belief. Suicide was the cowards way... but even still, he entertained the thought.

Hearing a voice, Hugo turned his head toward the approaching wolf. What was he doing? It was a good question to ask: one that Hugo had no clear answer to. He bit his lip and simply shrugged in response. The question as to wether she should call the alpha or not, Hugo did have an answer. "Yeah, whatever. Your call." A change in scenery was exactly what he felt like he needed. Perhaps calling the alpha of this Saltwinter pack would provide the proper avenue to do just that.

Before having the time to return his gaze to the crashing waves, the unfamiliar pair of wolves were quickly joined by yet another stranger. This one, however, was much more blunt and could obviously read Hugo like an open book. "If I were going to kill myself, I would have already done it," he replied, voice nonchalant as if the whole ordeal was no big deal.