How can you know this way not that

There was one reason, and one reason alone as to why Holo found himself where he did. It was not for hopes of a new start. It was not in hopes of a new home, new friends, new experiences. It was simply to find his Mother, whom he had not seen in years. During his childhood, family ties and matters had been stressful and taken their toll on the young prince. Gone was the young, ever naive, innocent, inquisitive soul, only to be replaced by something older, wiser, darker, and sad. For Holo had been inevitably sad since the day his father, Faol'an, had left and taken his sister, Maxestoso, with him. Granted, they had returned- only once, but returned nonetheless. But the reunion had not lasted long, nor did their presence. Before he knew it, the other half of his family was once again gone. And this time- they never came back.

You choose the door, you choose the path

Holo did not know what had become of Max or his Father. The very last time he had seen his sire- he had lashed out, unknowingly doing little damage but convincing himself whole-heartedly he had indeed done a terrible as well as malicious thing. And so he had fled. He never returned to the land he was born in- born to. The land he would have perhaps some day been in charge of. But all rights of inheritance were not only stripped from him the day he ran- but also when Moth took Lucas as her next mate. Their children would be the next generation of Saw Tooth, and it was not something Holo wanted to witness every single day for the rest of his life. And then the most unexpected thing had happened. He had been savagely mauled by a stranger he wanted nothing to do with but to help. He still bore massive scarring all across his frame from the assault, as well as an ever so subtle limp in his right hind leg. He had recovered fully in a physical manner, but there was only so much healing a broken soul could do.

Perhaps you should be coming back

Life then became a blend of all things, days running into one another as the seasons changed and time wore on. Holo had left Blossom Forest all together, vowing never to return to the land he knew. And yet there were two people that drew his thoughts occasionally back to his birth place. Moth, and Nova. He would have gone back, but in all of his travels and escapades- he had never bothered to recall the way back. It weighed heavy on his mind one day, before we was able to finally decide that he would, in fact, return- but only to seek out his Mother and sister. That is, until he happened to pass by a land that smelled of charred earth and forest, one that seemed deeply wounded- and caught the faintest perfume of an all too familiar wolf. Faol`an . It was Faol`an.

Another day, another day

He froze. This was the last wolf he had ever expected to come across again in his lifetime. He presumed him dead, along with Max. It was mind boggling to even register the scent to begin with. And yet after taking the time to slowly and carefully process it, he noted that it was not in fact his fathers cologne. It was a sweet perfume that held hints of Faol`an in it. Holo did not know what to expect, not in the slightest. Glancing about himself with mismatched honey brown and cobalt irises, he noted that he was currently in the midst of a vast golden field, and there were not many others around. But she was. The mystery girl that held traces of Faol`an about her. But it was not just on her coat- it was within her coat. Her own scent held signs of the silver male, as did her beauty. She stuck out like a sore thumb among the gold, her white pelt stark and lovely in the sunshine.

And nothing is quite what it seems

He did not know whether to stay, or to go. He did not know whether to approach her, or to simply walk away. He was still frozen in place, watching her rather blatantly and obviously with a curious and mystified expression. And then, almost mechanically, he moved his multi-toned frame forward, toward her. He stopped at least four feet away from her, gazing down at her due to the fact she rested with her belly against the soil. Without a single word, he put himself on her level, lowering his masculine yet slender frame down to the earth before her, never taking his eyes off of her. After a long while of silence, he was finally able to find his voice.

You're dreaming! Are you dreaming?

"Hi." It was literally all he could manage, finding his voice or not. And it probably made him look like a fool who couldn't speak with his own tongue, but if he were to be a fool- so be it. He simply did not know what to do.