Sawtooth Spire dreams of absence

He was gone. His one close friend, gone. Whisked away elsewhere, the only information of his existence being splattered blood, whorls of fur and retention. For some, that is all they needed to keep them going. The times shared with their departed – dead or otherwise. Tatsuya would be so lucky in being free burning with Arverk's memory; prolong him until who knows when. Sorrow sailed on the winds of Sawtooth Spire, howling every several minutes. He even circuited the mount, calling to the azure eyed warrior in hopes of a response. Each and every call went unanswered. Nanuk was not successful in locating the whale either, but that did not stop him from spending hours picking up where she left off.
INDENTHaving broken off from the Beta, the wolverine went on his own. To search, to expose, to find any new pieces of evidence. No matter how noteworthy. Tatsuya even scoured the boundaries around Sawtooth Spire. Tormented Tarns, Fairspell Meadow, Sleepy Fox Hollow...Ultimately, he stopped at Otter Creek. Night had fallen. Many hours have passed since his began his search, the sun daring to kiss the horizon. A new day had yet to dawn. He fought off sleep with every passing second. His search would end here at the rim of the brook, brokenly staring into the waters. Talons curled around his stone perch, clenching painfully. It was the kind of pain Tatsuya craved. Let it wash over him in droves. He did not care, for it did not compare to the leaden ache of loss.
INDENTThe Epsilon cleansed himself within the creek, getting rid of the soil and pasturage moussed into his pelt. He dunked within the deeper shores and rolled in the shallow. Washing away three days worth of running, pursuit, and hunting, he watched it all float downstream with a reflective bearing. Arverk...Not close friends, but they meshed well with one another. Almost like brothers or war buddies given their bumpy start. Tatsuya grinned fondly, remembering the first time they met. They sparred, drilling for Tartok's obligations of Warrior. Arverk failed in hitting his mark many times whereas Tatsuya almost always got a hold of him. It got to the point where Arverk got huffy over missing so many times. The peeved seam of his brow, the indignant lift of his lip...He could remember it all in vivid detail.
INDENTHe frowned. The present was sobering, ripping him from his memories. He's gone. Get over it. Maybe if he repeated that enough times, he would start to believe it. Maybe his pain will lessen. Maybe he will never recover from this, always hung up on that moment where he happened upon those tidbits of Arverk left behind. Reclining, he looked up to the sky. Less stars were visible with the coming of the sun, warmth cradling the cool. It was officially morning, harsh light chasing out shadows.
INDENT“私は...今まで、再び私の友人をあなたが表示されます?” Will I? Will I? Tiredly, he turned back to the Spire, admiring the rising sun's artistic touch coloring those usually stark stones. Time does not stop in moments of strife. It would be a blessing to take the time to mend, to heal, but that just wasn't reality. As much as he wanted to expand his search, the pack needed him. They were few in number as is, recently bolstered with newborns. Pups were parasitic, but they were the future. Tatsuya could not contest this, padding back into their territory. Come rain or shine, he would have to move forward. They all would.
INDENTSettling into his den, he curled up into a ball. Sleep was his reprieve, embracing him as soon as he closed his eyes.