MY HEART'S RACING, TRYING TO CATCH UP TO YOU

Day One: He had heard the words of another speak of a dreadful male wolf who had tried to take a bite out of the hide of another male, seeking to rip his apendage from it's socket and carry it off to feast upon it. The blood had drained from his face as the whitness had spoken of the creature being of the very blackest black and with the eyes of emerald green grass. The image of said wolf had been placed in his mind for some months after the war and he had only had time now to seek out who this other male had been who had attacked his children. Day Two: he had heard now were the wolf had been attacked. Diveen was riddled with the talk and he could almost hear it on every conversation of every pack-mate that he had come across. Still, he does not leave, he is unsure. Day Three: He spends most of the day searching for the herbs he would need in the case of a battle. He hoped only to find the wolf in some secluded place and drug the meat that he would leave for him, but if that didn't happen then he would need to heal himself before he returned. Tobias would pay for what he had done.

He hadn't returned to the den in three days, distracted as he could get at times when a mission presented it's self. No one had asked him to go after the black devil, but he had his own personal vendetta to solve and he would do it all on his own. Three days later and he found himself outside of Diveen, bag clutched in mouth as he trotted along the landscape, going from his home and into the outer lands. Beowulfs blood orange eyes take in the landscape and though he scents the other male the smell is vacant with time and he knows that Tobias has moved on again. Always moving, always searching. He has spent three days in the outlands now, a total of six days away from Chernobyl. He is a fool. To think he could take on Tobias by himself, it didn't garner him anything anyways. But still he presses on. Still he searches, still he tries to find that fresh scent and on one or two occassions he finds a fresh scent but the trail leads to a dead end.

Eight days of searching and he had come up empty, it is in his despare that he throws his head up in the air and lets out a low, sorrowful call and finds that someone has come to him. Aelfgar has come to him, it is a rare case for ellation and so he has spent a day or so with his daughter, she has told him that Adalmund is no longer of this world, his heart sinks and the anger is fueled within him he asks to take her back to Diveen, for her to find Avery and the two to come back with him but she and Avery are of an age where they have their own wants and needs and Aelfgar straight up tells him that she will not be going to Diveen, not yet. She has news though, for their father. Their pack seeks to find Chernobyl, a stone of dread sinks to the bottom of his gullet and he has to swollow hard to regain his voice. They are treating her like a deserter and Beowulf becomes all the more worried for her. Then it hits him, how long had he been out of Diveen? He counts it off and finds that he has been gone nearly ten days.

Aelfgar had bid him good bye and that she and Avery would at some point be near Diveen in the future, she had a soft smile for him, a kiss to the cheek as most daughters would their dotting fathers. And then she was gone. Like a ghost she drifted back into the landscape and left Beowulf on his own, she had the heart of an assassin and he only wished he could have been there to train her properly. Perhaps living in Iromar had taught her to be light on her feet, whatever the case, she was gone for now and he felt the need to return to Diveen. It is day when he returns to Diveen and he finds himself moving with automation towards his den hoping that she is still there, hoping that Iromar wolves have not already gotten to her. Though it would seem foolish of them, Diveen had won the war and as such they hadn't found any wolves from there besides Chernobyl in these lands. She is not alone when he comes upon the den and a low growl can be heard by him as he lowers himself to the ground waiting to see if she would start to yell at him or if it was someone else she was about to yell at.

When nothing other than the sound of a childs growl comes back he assumes that she just has a small friend around, he doesn't know it's one of the litters from the alpha, he hears the child ask "How are you going to play with it now?" "oh you don't play with something as delicious tasting as that son," he says with a smile after he had walked in and placed his tool bag down on the ground. He moves to Chernobyl's side and licks at the underside of her jaw his tail wagging some before he took a step back and looked the child over one more time, he looked like he could have been one of Cher's babes but he knew that this season they hadn't unless she had found someone else besides him to have fun with, he hoped not. It would be a sad day if that was the case. "Sorry I'm late, did I miss anything?" seeing as the child was here he hoped that he wouldn't have to go into to much explaination as to where he'd been. He was clean smelling for once and actually smelled like himself rather than covering his scent with the different things he collected.

"talks like this"