01-08-2017, 10:55 PM
Ruan
Eight was visibly troubled by this news, and he felt guilty for saying it without proof of the boy's demise. He did, of course, hope it wasn't true. Each day, he wished Kilter would come running, chasing his scent to the Taiga or through the Forest. But he never came. And Ruan never saw him, scented him. Gone without a trace. It was devastating, perhaps even to his true father.
He thanked Ruan, though it only made the wolf feel more guilty.
"If you do hear from him -see him- anything. Please let me know."
Ruan nodded solemnly. He didn't say he'd keep looking, though he would. Always. How could he not, for Kilter. Even now, with children adopted and filling the Taiga, the wolf pup was a gaping wound. Irreplacable. Unforgettable.
"Perhaps it is for the best. He was always quite off. Thank you, again."
Ruan's ears flicked back at what he said, but he held his silence. He wouldn't say he was off, no. Perfect. A loner, perhaps. Sometimes a bit sullen and brooding. But not off. Simply a prince who found family in an odd place, away from his silently-speaking siblings. Where the language of body ruled, and he didn't need a voice, within someone's mind or ears. Where he too, could speak without speaking.
Ruan would keep looking for that scent. Would always keep hoping a wolf would find his way home. Wherever that may be.
He thanked Ruan, though it only made the wolf feel more guilty.
"If you do hear from him -see him- anything. Please let me know."
Ruan nodded solemnly. He didn't say he'd keep looking, though he would. Always. How could he not, for Kilter. Even now, with children adopted and filling the Taiga, the wolf pup was a gaping wound. Irreplacable. Unforgettable.
"Perhaps it is for the best. He was always quite off. Thank you, again."
Ruan's ears flicked back at what he said, but he held his silence. He wouldn't say he was off, no. Perfect. A loner, perhaps. Sometimes a bit sullen and brooding. But not off. Simply a prince who found family in an odd place, away from his silently-speaking siblings. Where the language of body ruled, and he didn't need a voice, within someone's mind or ears. Where he too, could speak without speaking.
Ruan would keep looking for that scent. Would always keep hoping a wolf would find his way home. Wherever that may be.
