Gyrfalcon's Keep This world falls on me

@Charon ! I decided to say screw productivity XD
Being somewhat vague since this happens after his Lasher conversation

It wasn't often that Dante wandered, but he needed the time. His head lately hadn't been in the plateau, and he was ashamed to say that the idea of moving on had crossed his mind a couple of times. Weak moments, but there nonetheless, and though he would never act on them they weighed on him. That his desires could betray him so was troubling indeed.

After his conversation with his beta, he didn't know what to think. And though he did not mean to avoid his packmates, he definitely hadn't been as present. He felt himself sliding a little back into old habits, keeping his own counsel and maintaining the boundaries that, while inspiring guilt, also felt natural.

Leaders did not form walls, nor avoid their packmates. And leaders certainly didn't take off for the coast on a whim. But here he was.

He reassured himself with the thought that hopefully this jaunt would allow him to get his shit together, so to speak. No easy task. He'd even caught himself at times looking back, wondering what would have happened if he had remained instead of leaving with his sister that day. His family might be brutal, but for a long time he had truly believed in what they fought for. What had changed that?

You came to your senses, he thought to himself firmly, but still the doubt remained. Recognizing it, he breathed out a sigh and stared at crags to his right. A snap decision was made, and changing course, he began to climb. As his muscled began to protest and he ascended higher, he picked up his pace, until he was taking the uneven slope at a gallop, concentrating on nothing but keeping his footing.