Swiftcurrent Creek [M]Why don't you just go home

Arric moved through the packlands like a ghost. He minded the borders every morning and every night. He hunted, he fished inbetween. Anything to keep the pain at bay. To keep his grief and anger away. 

Because he was angry. He was angry at Wren and guilty because he was angry, he was angry at silver for making wren and akavir cry and he was guilty because she was hurting too. He was angry that Mae had left thinking herself unloved when he had loved her so much his neice now out there alone. But he was guilty because he had thave e not shown it enough. And he was angry at Akavir for bringing them altogether for making them care about each other and yet he was so glad too. 

And he was angry that he was angry. Simple as that. Today he found himself on the edge of the border. Blue eyes tracing the meadows. Debating on going to riverclan to Kvarsheim. Because he firmly believed the bridge had not been burned. There was a lot of hurt and hurt made you unable to think. And the road to hell was paved with the best of intentions. 

But he couldn't force himself to make that step because where wren was concerned even he couldn't think right. He had found her broken and busted and she had done it to herself and it made him sick because he hadn't seen the signs. And it made him angry because how dare she. She wasn't the only one hurting and then guilt again because clearly she was fucked up.