Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Rodyn was on a hunting trip. Determined to make sure that his pack survived without him. They had before and they would continue to thrive until he returned, but he couldn't help the nagging feeling that he was abandoning them, even if it was at leave of his leader, that she had requested this. So he could make his own future, make their pack stronger, prove his worth.

A noise, and a expletive curled around from his right and he turned to lope in that direction. He stopped a way away, so as to not startle whomever was there, and he chuffed.

Hi, uh, is everything okay? He asked kindly, mannerly. Tail tucked tight against his rear, ears flat to his head. There were thorns here, and they would dig and tear at his pelt and tail if he were not careful. He was not fond of prickers as it were anyway.