Blackfeather Woods thine azure sister of the spring shall blow

Note to self: set before the leaving thread https://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=45697

Patrolling had largely been the most he had done for much of the week. Other than catching rodents near their den, he had stuck to his promise to Takiyok and had not gone beyond the pack borders at all in order to hunt. Much of what he did during the day was attempt to catch up on sleep. Sometimes, he would sit beside the creek to think and daydream, but just as often his thoughts would spinout and he would have to retreat from the anxiety. Moving was what had always kept him sane. Not moving, well, it made things feel much worse.
Hence his patrol. And then, Zephyr called for him, not far behind him. Taikon stopped in his tracks. For a moment, he stared hard ahead of him and let out a lengthy sigh. What could he possibly want? The white prince turned around and went toward the sound, finding the silvery boy there not long after. Taikon bowed his head for a moment, respectfully. The motion was sanitized and dull. Part of him wished that he could greet him with a friendly nuzzle or a lick or...something. But everything was uncomfortable. The boy had even gone so far as to question him and Takiyok as good parent material.
You called? he asked, not meaning for it to sound as cold as it did.