Wild Berry Meadow full dark no stars

Assuming a few things in my timeline. <3

When Capri told him of her mateship with Taggarik, he'd gone mad. His vision had blurred and turned red, and all logical thoughts had fled him. Terich hadn't been involved much in pack life, having been dealing with his own anxiety and fear of heights, and that had been the last straw upon his back. Without words or explanation, he left the ridge and had not looked back. As much as his heart railed against him, Terich would not watch his beloved be mated to another, especially one as vile and lowly as the one she had chosen. Not only had he mated with the first thing he'd seen and brought her home, he'd taken Vuk right in front of Capri, and had broken her heart. How could she forgive him?

Terich didn't understand it, and yet that didn't matter to him. What mattered was the fact she'd chosen someone above him, and in his fit of rage, he'd abandoned her. Apparently she no longer needed him in her life, having taken a mate for her own, and without saying so much, had driven Terich from her. His love for her was still true, but there was now an overlay of hatred for Taggarik within it, and he did not want to be there when she fell pregnant and bore his enemy's children.

With a snarl, Terich burst through he undergrowth that caged him, and began running. The rain pelted down across his grey fur, and slicked it back. He was thin, but muscled from months on the ridge. He was a handsome fellow, and the rage that boiled inside him made him harder for it. Eventually his paws slowed, and he hung his head in shame. Breathing hard, he walked until his lungs resumed their natural pace, and that was when he heard weeping. Ears perked, he found the berry bushes crying, and poked his nose into the darkness to see Vuk there, fat and crying. Though he wanted to be angry with her, he couldn't; this wasn't her fault at all.

But he was surprised to see her there, so far from the ridge, and by the scent of her, pregnant. Vuk. His voice was soft despite the rage that warred within him, and he laid on his belly, only his head covered by the bushes in which she hid. What are you doing out here?