Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

@Sacnite with tags for reference. He's still around <3

 The mountain cavern the young warlord had found was really nice. He'd stayed inside of it for a while only leaving to hunt and fill his belly before slinking back into the shadows. @Clarence had come and gone, Valour had told him that he was welcome to trail after him or to go off on his own. It was set in his mind that he would be wandering, exploring, following his whims for once instead of tending to those of others. For the most part his travels weren't familiar, none of the scenery triggered any memory until there was the roaring of water. Knowing it was a waterfall he approached curiously his eyes bright at the idea of taking a dip in the water after a hot day but when he broke from the brush he knew where he was. 

Suddenly he was a baby. Eyes focused on the bloated already scavenged corpse of his father. At the time he thought he'd been emotionless but truly it had been shock. The sight was horrific on top of being something a child should never have to witness. Then his mother...unaware of the fact that he was there. Unaware of anything but her mate. And he'd ran. 


He slowly walked toward the water and stepped through the shallow parts to the other side. Heart pounding his paws took him to the very place his father had been sprawled out and wasting away in. Sitting down he stared into the falls and tried to remember them before everything had gone to shit. His mother....sweet as honey. His sister...he couldn't remember anything about her except the faintest fuzzy image of her the size of a walking rock. His father...deep voice, snarky attitude with a smile only for them....he was also stupid...stubborn... and weak. Standing up he spat into the dirt "You weren't worth shit. Shouldn't have made me" he muttered and walked to the water beginning to drink deeply.