Dawnlark Plains This isn't the last chapter of our story

The youth did not have to wait long for two figures to arrive upon the scene - Grayday first, and then Sorrel. The look in the older man's eyes spoke of unwillingness for this conversation to take place, and despite the weight of guilt within Kieran's stomach, he knew he could not put this off any longer. 

"Hey," He spoke first, a small smile causing the quirk of his lips, tail beating gently on the ground - "Um, so..." Not usually could he be at a loss for words, but this was such a big conversation, and one he had never seen himself initiating had it been only a few weeks before. The world was a huge place and even with his desire to head out into the wilds, they would be faced with the unknown. They would have to discover new ways to survive, but at the same time he was sure it would be a worthwhile adventure.

"I think you know why we're here." His tongue swept across his lips with uncertainty before continuing. "In a way, I really don't want to leave. I've been here so long, and it feels strange to even consider leaving, but... There's a feeling I can't really describe. I've never had any want to head away from Morningside, but I have things I need to do and places I need to discover. I know it will be hard, but it is spring and I trust that there will be enough prey for us if we go." There was a lot to think about. "We've already spoken to Da, and... yeah. We'd like to go. I don't know... for how long. But we'll be back someday, I promise." When they found Hawthorn, they'd return, right?

The Streiter glanced up to meet the Leader's gaze, taking comfort in the closeness of his sibling. "I've been doubling how often I hunt recently, so the caches are filled enough for the pups." At the very least, he wanted to do that. He could not bring himself to search for the alpha of Morningside without working extra hard to cover up for his future absence. Would he be angry? No, knowing Grayday he wouldn't, would he? Surely he would understand that odd sense of restlessness that evolved in a youngster's heart when they grew and wished to explore the world, even if he hadn't worded it in the best way.