His heart ached for Channing, weighed down by the knowledge that he had not seen her in a great period of time. He often found himself drifting into days of simpler times. As a pup, she had been his life, his one companion, and he had been mostly hers. But now she rested with Henadin, who Terrel had no resentment to anymore but still found it difficult to converse with. As long as he made her happy, that was the main priority. She had her own family to take care of – blood family. Like Macaria… He missed his little sister with all of his heart – even though they were not related at all. She was so sweet and naïve, it was refreshing to be around someone so pure and untainted. He wished that she could have stayed like that forever but the world was cruel. She knew naught of the pain that the world could bring in its desperate attempts to be noticed.

In his days of constant moving, the multi-hued boy had grown into a fine muscled wolf. He wasn’t a self-absorbed or arrogant wolf but he found himself pleased in the way he had grown. Of course, they did not bulge out from beneath his flesh like rippling hills but instead just defined him as a wolf with a strength that he did not have in the past. He still remained a more agile wolf than strong, in fact his muscles would most likely never breach the point they had already come to. But he was not deterred by the fact. Terrel was swift as he dived through Blossom Forest, attempting to change his mind from anything other than Mae. It was difficult, heart wrenchingly so.

His tawny eyes had not lain upon his silver dove in a few weeks. She had not called for him and he had objected for her to go out alone. He appeared possessive, but the wolf that was driven with a disliking for Saw Tooth wolves still remained in the open and posed a threat for her. The feeling that she created sucked – to put it simply – but it was also an amazing, sensual experience that possessed and gripped his soul. In his idle wonderings, Terrel would find his mind wondering to her, dreaming and fantasizing about the next time they would meet. A fluttering sensation would disperse within his stomach and he would have to remind himself that he was still alone. But it was not without difficulty; she consumed his every thought and lowered him to an incoherent fool.

When he had been younger, Terrel never thought that he would want a family; he didn’t even think he would want a mate. He was scared of himself. Dark blood ran through his body, he could never escape it. But with Mae, that was all he wanted. She brought out the best in him. He did not linger on the idea of family for long; it did not excite him a great amount at his time. He just wanted the companionship of his silver dove for the rest of his life. But it was not as if, even if he admitted his feelings that she would be mutual.

Terrel hadn’t been around wolves in a great amount of time. Since his leaving of Saw Tooth, he hadn’t been fond of integrating though he didn’t object to other wolves company. He had considered returning to the pack at some point, though he wasn’t certain went. It would be difficult to face Moth again. He had deserted his home; he was no longer a part of the land. Surely she would turn him away?

As his paws fell upon the flower filled land, a thick scent of flora consumed his nares. The boy stopped for a moment to appreciate it, the scent of spring was one that he strongly favoured.


{ooc - sorry that the post kinda sucks <3}

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