It was a time most difficult. A time that Yojimbo felt was strange and unneeded. War was on the horizon, just a day or so away. Yojimbo did not understand why the wolves of Iromar wished to go to the point of tearing each other apart, and yet, he understood that life had a cycle of destruction and creation. He knew it all too well. He may wish for there to be no war between the packs, to settle differences with words. Yet, some do not see the world the same, and this he had to accept. The wolves of Diveen were going to fight their aggressors, and that was just the way it was going to be.
He was set to watch over the remaining pack members while the others risked their lives. He knew the importance of watching over the ones left behind. They, too, suffered, although not through blood and physical pain. They suffered mentally, not knowing the safety of their pack mates, their loved ones. He was to be there, if the wolves of Diveen failed. If they were all to be killed at war. It was a possibility, and one Yojimbo hoped would not be true. If the wolves of Iromar set foot in the land of Diveen, it would be he that would fight tooth and nail to protect the younger generation that was left behind.
But today, Yojimbo felt the urge to follow the wind. A thing he had started doing with the loss of his imprint. He felt that she was still there, lingering in all things, for she was all things, but the wind is what carried him to her to begin with. The dark male of black and chocolate walked with a calm, serene confidence as he left the invisible borders of Diveen. He doesn't get to follow the urge to wander, to chase, as he used to. To chase the unknown, the mystery that is always awaiting on another corner of the Earth. Pack life was a constraining thing, but one he put upon himself. The stars had told him to stay and help guide Isola in her journey, but he knew one day, he would have to leave her on her own. Today, on this nice day, the wind told him to follow, and follow he did.
His pace was slow and meaningful. Each step was taken with care as his dark paws tread upon the fall grasses. It was getting cooler these days. Another cycle for the Earth. Another change in the seasons. Life goes on and Yojimbo keeps living, keeps discovering. His light blue eyes, like the sky on a cloudless day, are always keenly watching the land before him as he walks. His ears are always listening, seeing the sounds of the world, no matter how small. The sound of crickets singing in the distance. A song sung so differently than the songs of crickets in his home land, oh so far away. Even the toads and frogs have slight variations in their calls. It is the little differences that make life, and traveling great distances, so interesting. And yet, even small distances can lead to unknown events that wouldn't happen if he stayed in one place. It had been far too long since Yojimbo escaped his stoney hovel in Diveen, and the male was glad to get a fresh breath of air before the impending war.
Yojimbo had not ventured too far from Diveen, the eastern most pack of Moladion. He had descended with much grace and skill down the crater, like he had done it a million times. Like he had known exactly which jump was the most efficient. Thus is the life of a traveler, who walks upon different terrain everyday. Although that is not his life now, it had promoted the skill of thinking swiftly on his feet. The wind was softly brushing against his dark fur, and he followed even the slightest push. Soon enough, the soft sounds of water rushing over the surface filled the ears of the gentle male. He felt the dry feeling of thirst drawing him in closer and closer. Eventually he came upon it, seeing the clean liquid before him. The male walks upon sturdy paws, leaning his light-grey marked face down to sip at the cool refreshment. He could feel the need to drink washing away, and his other senses began to tell him to pay closer attention.
His light blue eyes are drawn to someone lingering close by. He turns his head to see the wolfess, standing with such serenity within the water, her eyes closed to enjoy the sensation upon her paws, he supposed. The smile that graced her face, made one of his own crawl onto his muzzle just slightly. The male began to walk, closer to the female along the bank. He made sure to make enough noise so she knew he was coming, he did not wish to surprise her. His own paws entered the water, about 3 meters away. Silently, he slowed, standing tall as he closed his own blue eyes to the world. Maybe there was something to learn from the girl who lingers in the water. He was about to find out and see. He will stand still, allowing the wind and water to brush over him, to feel the world without the distractions of sight.