He didn't know how he got away but he did. The man had been hurting for so long and because his first leg injury had not been set right he was always walking at a limp, but he was bound and determined to get away. His slaver wasn't so bad, but he was a free wolf, he had always been for his six long years of being alive. Even with such a nice woman, he didn't feel he belonged there, where he did belong he didn't know and he let his limping gait move him. It was possibly because of his crippled state, but he was no longer able to change into his lupus form and hunt so he did what he could, made carvings and traded it for food, he was always known as the silent traveler as he moved along the coast.
Perhaps it was because of his cripple state he went for the first place he could think of, Nova Scotia, where his family lived, he knew Orin would never forgive him nor Skye, not even with the grotesque scars he now had and his limp and his missing tongue. His daughter would though, wouldn't she? That was what he thought and that was where he was headed. He moved through the lands, trading what he could salvaging anything and walking. Nothing but walking, well more like limping. Packs went by and none of them were the one he wanted.
Then one day he finally smelled something of his daughter and he smiled. For the first time in so long the large brute smiled. Izzy, the ferret he helped take care of could sense his emotion and she wiggled up on his shoulder. The man was so very thankful of his companion, she had been there for him even in Salsola, hiding, keeping an eye on him and never wanting to leave him. and here she was now. That was when he saw a sight he never expected to see again, he nearly stumbled over the woman, and it was far too late to turn back for he was well over any of the brush. He stood there his one ear perked in silent astonishment when he found his first love, the woman he had sworn himself to and left just like that to find and save the family that had never been there for him. He was stunned like a deer in the headlight.
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