Coconut Grove Clown Gamble

He needed a breather. There was alot going on where he would need to take a step back from the situations and analyze them for what they were. What was happening to the boundaries, the rules, the limitations and such he had set for this pack? Where was his need to find the true balance between public image and allowing secrets to remain where they lie? And most of all, where would this train of disaster take him? His kids? His legacy? 

Or would he be forgotten? Perhaps he hadn't made much of an impact on this world- and frankly, he mused, he was fine with this. His deeds were not good, and his efforts pooled into much more than a single mind could comprehend. Sometimes, it hurt to be broken. 
And others?

Well...he wouldn't touch upon it. 
For right now, was a time to relax, and enjoy the solace while he had it. 

Walking free from the linked fence of the Keep, he ventured to the coast, and found himself in the Grove of Coconuts. He wasn't too keen on the hard round orbs, but they were nice to play with with children, he assumed. He hadn't seen either of his kids in what...months?

Another was here, and it was almost a backwash into the past. With the whoosh of the far away sea, he could catch the light dance of perfume that was this girl, and he recognized immediately who it was. He hadn't spoken to her now, but being in the step of a leader, he would have found his voice long ago because of it. 

"Hello" he greeted only loud enough for her to hear. 
Cry never forgot a face, nor a signature.