Face the facts of being who you are

An uncomfortable silence befell them as Beric waited for Majesty's reaction. He was expecting anger, or confusion, or something. All of those he would understand, because he felt them, too. His expression portrayed mild shock when Majesty moved to leave without so much as a word. Nothing? Not a word to fight for him to stay? His heart hardened, accepting the way that this was turning out. Just then, Majesty turned and Beric's ears perked, hoping that he would say something and maybe it didn't have to turn out with him leaving. But, he only wished him well. And I, you, he responded. The words were true enough. He wished no ill-will to Majesty and hoped the pack thrived under his rule. But it would do so without Beric.

Once Majesty was out of sight, Beric headed straight for the border, wasting no time. He was no longer a member of this pack, and needed to leave as quickly as possible. He waded into the water, and swam to the mainland. Coming up on the shore, he took one look back at the island, knowing he would never step paw on it again. He sighed, and began his journey to his new home.