The Sunspire I cried "dear god, I am your child -- send your angels down."

Donovan is soaking wet. He swears mold is growing on him by the smell. He hasn’t been able to fully dry off for quite some time now. Always only getting as far as being damp before he’s out in this hellish rain. Today is no different. He makes a mental checklist of all of his members. He hasn’t seen Riley since the incident at the Faerie’s domain. He needs to do a multitude of things. One, find him and make sure he’s not dead; two, knock some sense into that thick skull of his. Perhaps his parents never did, but there’s always a first for everything.

He wakes up early in the morning. Around 0500 or so. Wants to get an early start on his search for the dark wolf. He runs around the canyon all day. Looking in every nook and cranny that he suspects Riley might hide in. A panicked feeling even dares to tug at him as hours go by baring no fruit. He continuously convinced himself that he shouldn’t worry too much, but he’s even weirded out as to exactly why he’s even worrying int he first place. He’s a pack member. No matter how stupid he is sometimes, or the shitty decisions he makes; Donovan still have to stick out for him.

Finally he moves his search elsewhere. Going higher up the dangerous slope just outside of the canyon walls, he howls for Riley once more. His paw pads are being touched up by the constant slipping and he’s growing weary. Giving himself the goal of at least getting on top of this peak.

A few more steps and another howl. Hopefully — eventually — he’ll get something back.