Redhawk Caldera mayday! mayday! this ship is going down

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The morning was chilly, frost touched the grasses under foot as Regi headed in a random direction. He had no idea what he was doing with his life, which up to this point had painfully summed up Regi's life so far. A lot of aimless wandering. He'd lived in Donnelaith and then wandered back to Venia Dei only to find life back in his natal pack well ...not what he wanted. As much as Regi loved his mother he didn't want to have to spend the rest of his life taking care of her. Arachne couldn't help her child-like disposition towards life and Regi knew that but there was something both taxing and heartbreaking about realizing that he'd became more mature than his mother would probably ever be. That somehow he'd became the parent and she the child. She'd done the best for him she could and obviously she must have done something right when she raised him but the best wolves suited for taking care of her were in Venia Dei. Muninn was better at it than him, had more patience then him, but then again Muninn was her eldest brother and since his grandfather (Isi's) death had been taking care of all his younger siblings.

Part of Regi felt guilty but another part of him believed (as he had the last time) that he'd done the right thing for her. Leaving her to someone who was much more qualified as opposed to an adult who ….despite his best (or were they?) efforts couldn't seem to get or keep his shit together. Once more he found himself in Teekon Wilds, wondering how long he could stay this tour. His steps slowed to a halt when he began to near a scent borders, leaving more than a respectable distance between them and himself, his golden gaze sweeping the territory within the borders. He still had no idea what he was doing, but what better way to throw caution to the wind other than to just dive right in, head first?

He tipped his muzzle skyward and let out a howl to announce his presence upon the borders known. He adjusted his posture to be half submissive and half neutral, waiting for someone to come and greet him.

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