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It had been awhile since they had disappeared and yet it hadn't occurred to him that there was someone who ought to know about his family up and leaving, so preoccupied with his own abandonment and loss he had spent much time only thinking about himself and coming to terms with the fact that once again his family had left him without a word or without a care. But as things began to settle down and his pain was slowly easing, it came to him that he probably should inform Ayasha that mother had up and left yet again, not that it would really surprise his elder sister. Packing his things he slung the leather bag over his shoulder, it's weight both familiar and comforting, leaving his small cabin-thing he headed out of pack lands, not bothering to wear his usual clothing, concluding it was too much effort to dig out something to wear and began the tiresome journey towards the filthy pack that had stolen his beloved sister; Anathema.
Strangely enough, the lands that led up to the hated pack were both beautiful and peaceful, a strong contrast to the packs that resided up north and the rumours he had heard about them. Padding silently behind him, fully visible to all, was Lokni. Even now it was still strange to be accompanied by another large hunter, spirit guide or not, but the near silent company of the night touched cat had quickly grown on him and became another everyday norm to the snow-touched hunter. All around the pair were stunning deciduous trees, of which seemed to stand proudly and reaching continuously upwards for the sky and sun, whilst the ground was covered in an array of lush under bushes and shrubs, the ground lightly covered in pine needles. Weaving between the trees the pair moved forward in companionable silence, guilt and apprehension building in the young lad with each step.
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