11-20-2022, 03:57 AM
He continued on, best he could. The snow would come in waves, a hindrance to his travels during the wintertime. He had hoped to find a suitable location to settle, but there were too many wolves around the mountains to feel like he had a part of it originally found. Instead, he found he drifted from one place to the next. Never truly settling down, casually speaking to others. No connections formed. He didn't like it. Part of why he left his family, and to the extent, he believed his world too, was to be free.
He couldn't be free with his father breathing down his neck, controlling what little friends he had made. His family was another manner entirely though. He didn't truly miss them, so wrapped around wealth and power that they cared little for their own kin. It was a game to them. Acquiring more of the two, playing others, and using them... Tate hadn't liked it one bit. He only hoped his absence shocked some sense into them. He doubted it though. All he wanted was something to proudly call his own.
"Ah!" he slipped on some thin ice, cutting a paw pad. He sucked in a breath, the pain ebbing and flowing. The young man shut his eyes, refusing to see the blood. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to spark some discomfort. He didn't like the liquid, even if it was life-giving. I wasn't paying attention... Tate uttered to himself. Hobbling to the side, he carefully sat down and began to lick the dirt and travel from his paw. The taste of blood was disgusting to him, but he tried to clean his paw pad first.
No infection on his watch! He wasn't a healer, but he could do this much.
He couldn't be free with his father breathing down his neck, controlling what little friends he had made. His family was another manner entirely though. He didn't truly miss them, so wrapped around wealth and power that they cared little for their own kin. It was a game to them. Acquiring more of the two, playing others, and using them... Tate hadn't liked it one bit. He only hoped his absence shocked some sense into them. He doubted it though. All he wanted was something to proudly call his own.
"Ah!" he slipped on some thin ice, cutting a paw pad. He sucked in a breath, the pain ebbing and flowing. The young man shut his eyes, refusing to see the blood. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough to spark some discomfort. He didn't like the liquid, even if it was life-giving. I wasn't paying attention... Tate uttered to himself. Hobbling to the side, he carefully sat down and began to lick the dirt and travel from his paw. The taste of blood was disgusting to him, but he tried to clean his paw pad first.
No infection on his watch! He wasn't a healer, but he could do this much.
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