The Heartwood forget you, and you, and you

For @Simmik but AW. Looking for fast-paced responses only.

Fresh air was exactly what he needed—the copse was a territory he could admire if he was into that sort of thing, but there was something refreshing about exploring the lands nearby. Liberating. Freeing, when all of the drama was left behind.

He skirted around the mountain slopes—Wraen wished him to keep a distance from Moonspear, and while he was unfamiliar with their land and pack, he had asked no questions and simply followed orders… for now. The silver Sovereign was one who had garnered his trust and respect—a rarity for the agouti Ostrega.

So as he pressed past various landscapes—another notion came to mind, considering a discussion he had within the past few months of the Firebirds regal. Leading. A pack of his own.

The years he spent running from others when getting to close, only to be pushed away when he actually tried… The only thing worthwhile returning to Firebirds was Meerkat—and even then, with the drama that shrouded over them, how would that hinder her well-being should he even stay? She was to never know he was her father… or, a very potential candidate. Her Uncle was to hold that title alone.

No matter the distance he put between them for now, it did little to appease his ire at the situation. Towhee had lied to him. She had shut him out. And she had walked away. Anything he had thought of her was eradicated in that very moment. Their friendship destroyed.

Much like the forest he came upon. Ash and grey cloaked the lands, and the lean wolf gave a low whistle, studying the carnage before him. “What happened to you?” He murmured quietly, giving pause in his travel.