Otatso Wetlands Moonjock

I thought you ended wonderfully! I can't wait for the family to start their move, I too am looking forward to roleplaying with you in the future! (:

Malachi accepted Tuwawi's affectionate nudge with a glow in his eyes and tucked away every piece of her instructions, unwilling to miss a single word. He couldn't keep his tail still any longer: as hers swung wildly, his struck the dust with a speed to match. He gave no thought to the dirt that billowed to mud against his still damp fur and instead let his mind focus on Tuwawi's promise. "And I will be ready, Tuwawi of Swiftcurrent." he promised in return, and soon Tuwawi moved away from him toward her family and the life she would soon leave behind. Malachi watched until her fur merged with the hues of dawn. Then he blinked, and she was gone.

The wanderer had intended to travel back over the Southern mountains after his swim in the swamp, back to the tiny Vale nestled between the four looming walls and then beyond, as far away as he could possibly move before winter set into the land. He had never intended to travel North again, but his pain had led him here to the wetlands and for once he saw a tiny seed of beauty in the sorrows he held. Malachi settled down and let the dawning rays of sun melt the water from his fur. Despite the hope that now filled him, Tuwawi's confirmation of a life with little peace still weighed his heart with a pressure he couldn't shake. They had warned him back home about the unforgiving life outside the Vale, and for the most part they had been right. But as he closed his eyes to let sleep still his mind, he imagined Tuwawi and her mate and her pups, and the pack that stood by the family despite whatever had caused them to leave, and Malachi couldn't help but see love.