This had been the place where it all had begun.
In the midst of the reed-swaying sea that surrounded the glimmering lake, that was a spectacle of it's own. The water, crystal clear and refreshing, was adorned with delicate flowers and petals that simply floated on the surface. But below there was movement, that contrasted the surface calmness. Fish and tadpoles dashed at the bottom, busy and focused on not getting eaten by the other residents of the lake.
It had been in this very place that Galileo had met Bazi. They had met over a drink, with the sound of the quacking ducks rumbling in the background. In the very same way it was happening now.
The peppered male had not been here since that day, and though it felt like an eternity it looked the same. Small waves rippled throught the water as one of the ducks dipped its beak into the water, pulling out a small critter that was soon swallowed whole. He looked around thoughtfully, ignoring a group of ducks that eyed him suspiciously -- he was not there to hunt. Lately he hadn't been in the mood for that. Or for anything really.
Not only had nostalgia showed up at his door, but also the pain that maybe Bazi's decisions weren't any better than the former Alphess. She had driven out a good bunch, which had ultimately resulted not in the formation of one pack; two brand new pack had risen, and at the worst moment possible too. With Winter just around the corner, the last thing needed was competition.
Yet Bazi had not thought of that..
That made him wonder something. Had he ever thought of that?
Not of the new packs -- but of the possibility that the Creek would fumble after Fox's departure? She had been a rather lousy leader but she had kept the Creek standing for months. Was it the Creek's future condemmed since the day she left? Galileo didn't think so.
He hummed as one of the ducks splashed agaisnt the waterm landing softly in the middle of the lake.There was another thing he was wondering, one that pained him to even think. Had he ever thought that his child might've been better off without him? Now that he thought of it, he had never really said a proper goodbye. Finn was too young to understand that he would part forever. That night just a kiss in the forehead and a 'see ya bud' was all that was given.
Oh,how did he wished he could've changed that.
