Deepwood Weald father

It had been a day for exploration, Ludo certainly old enough to be making trips out of the territory. Older pack members were out and about completing tasks mundane and thrilling alike, so nobody would truly be too far away.

Nonetheless, stood at the northern most end of the weald Ludovicus couldn't help feeling strangely alone. He could see the ocean from here, a first for him, and yet he felt like he had stared into these waters a million times over. From here it called to him, whispered familiar words in his ears and begged him to visit. He couldn't help feeling like someone was waiting for him.

Wind blew past his ears, and suddenly Ludo felt tears pricking at his eyes. He remembered now why he hadn't left the eyes of Moonglow since Raindrop brought him home. The complete silence of the weald forced his usually busy brain to compromise.

He had begun to accept the hard truths of his situation in the moment. He had been lucky; Raindrop had taken him in, he had been surrounded with gifted mentors, and he felt that for once he had a complete family. But was any of it truly his?

Ludovic didn't know who he was anymore, not really. His name - his real, entire name - was difficult to remember now. He knew he had a father, a grandmother, an uncle, a sister, but he could remember none of their faces. He knew he had been born on a mountain, but he didn't know where. So much was growing to be blurry, even his days on Moonspear or the scent of his maman.

Everything was set up for him to move on, to forget, but he couldn't help holding on.