Lake Rodney vienna

Don't mind this broody guy, off to the side... probably looking like someone kicked his puppy.

Hollow.

It was perhaps the only word he could connect to his current being, for the moment, and so the dark shadow moved past the borders of his alleged home, seeking some sort of distraction to the scent of milk and youth.

There was little to be done for the moment when he had questions to be answered—Ibis was tending to her newest litter, expectant that he should simply wait for her to be ready once more to welcome him back into her life. A life he hadn’t walked out on—had been taken from.

His confusion had given way to a certain sadness—but now there was a flare of indignation and fury that nestled to the very core of the man, and it might have reflected within the champagne eyes of his as they fell upon two others—both in what appeared to be the throes of a first time welcome.

His tongue slid over his teeth, a frown marring his features only momentarily before he forced a neutral expression.

If he simply continued to go, he was almost positive his disappearance would be welcomed by his estranged wife.

His ex-wife?