Yesterday had been surreal. After his meeting with Nayru and their agreement, as well as his reunion with Saluce, the young male had exited the earthen den that would be his home for a little while to track down Hermes and remove the various items that had been strapped to the stallion. Including the little package holding a precious egg inside that Saul was yet to discover whether it was viable or not. He had no idea what was inside the egg, if anything at all, but he would keep it warm none the less and see what happened. He'd exited the den and in just moments, another's voice had called for him and Saul had turned to see an old friend coming towards him. Jace had given birth a while ago and her pups would be up and about by now, which made the young male happy.
His conversation with Jace had been a peaceful one, although he'd learnt that Wretch had left. Sadness weighed heavy on his mind- it was as he'd thought. He'd left to try and bring his family home, and the family he'd left behind had slowly begun to fall apart. He'd tried to tell himself, over and over again, that it wasn't his fault and there was also nothing he could do about it. He was finding it hard to relinquish the control, or perceived control over his family. It would have been nice to speak to Wretch before she'd gone, but he had no idea if he'd even want to speak to him again after he'd left her here alone.
A soft sigh echoed his lips as he thought back to the previous night. He'd finished his conversation with Jace before tracking Hermes' down- he returned the stallion to the ranch before removing the various items he'd strapped to the horse. He'd carried it back towards Saluce's den, entering in his lupus form as he was only able before making his way to Nayru's room. It was a strange sort of intimacy he found them in- bound by the children curled up against the black and white woman and the platonic love for one another that had developed from an early stage. He'd curled up tightly around himself, tail tucked under his chin before he'd dropped off into slumber.
The morning found him waking early, slipping so easily into the routine that had been part of his life for a long time that he couldn't resist rising with the sun and making his way towards the running water that would wash the remainder of lone life away from him. He would soon acquire the joint pack smell that marked him as an Ichikan, but for now he smelt fresh and new. He found himself now, resting against a tree close to the den he'd spent his night, a sharp knife in one hand and a chunk of dark wood in another. He had no idea what he would be creating today, but the need to make was enough to get him out here and with the tools necessary. Green eyes watching his hand move over the wood, removing little chunks here and there, trying to see a pattern his hands were making in the wood.
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