Stone Circle Deep Scars

The entire scene was a blur to Mawk, quite honestly - he felt so lost, so out of place. Surely, among Easthollow wolves, he should feel right at home? Perhaps it simply was not the same without Illecebra, who had brightened every step he had taken, illuminated his memories with such beautiful ferocity. He missed that fiery spark in her eyes. He missed her.

He snapped out of it when Greyback peered his way, offering a few words and gently dismissing the failed guardian from the presence of the wounded wolfess - it did appear as though the situation was being handled, and the wolfdog felt his mood dampen again; was he so unhelpful? It was not his packmate's soothing words that conjured such a worry, but his own blurred head, the messy thoughts and anxieties after his family had died out. There was only himself left, himself and... and his sister, if she was still out there, somewhere. He had failed in protecting them all.

Despite his slowly cracking shell of security, the man gave a swift nod and with one last glance to the others, he turned and took his own leave, dissolving into the undergrowth and searching for a place where he could think in his lonesome once more.