[/html]It was the private sense of loss that hurt the worst; the kind that could not be shared with another, and never would be. Shandom found himself turned more and more into his own spirit, spending the lazy days of summer alone in various spots around New Dawn. He was a wraith of sorts, a shadow on the borders where he should have been a beacon - the Qi'Vaex man was not adequate for his position, and he knew that. Moreover, he was not adequate for his pack. New Dawn was a place for wolves to come together, and be a family. If Shandom were being honest with himself, he wasn't quite sure he was ready for that. He wasn't sure if he'd be ready for that with anyone, except perhaps Naniko.
He had to go back and see her. There were no words for how much he missed her; the ache lived in his very bones, and permeated the air that he drank so greedily on this high paced voyage away from the Dawn lands. Large white paws beat the summer earth with a sort of ferocity that he could not attribute to anything in particular; perhaps it was simply his overwhelming desire to escape whatever confines held his soul. But it felt right now, as it did many times, that his heart was deep in the caverns of Anathema, tied to the beautiful jade eyes of the Angela. He'd made a mistake by pushing her when she clearly wasn't ready, and he'd made a mistake by not telling Zalen he was wrong about Naniko, and the Anathaman leadership. It was nothing he could fix now, and so he fled.
It wasn't a focused journey; all Shandom knew was that he could not go to Anathema, and he could not return home. He could not shake the ghost on his back in either place, and he didn't much care for the South. For whatever reason, Shandom chose to stay in the shadow of the mountains and the bitter north; when he was feeling dramatic, he wondered if it was a reflection of his iced over soul. But, if he were being honest, the Gamma knew that he was simply making it worse for himself by staying trapped in his own mind.
He stopped when the unfamiliar scent of a pack began to interrupt his thoughts, and he thought that he might be able to fulfill a bit of his duties while he meandered away from New Dawn. The Gamma slowed his run to a tentative walk, and his scarred expression narrowed in upon the strange markings that seemed to line the scent border. What on earth... Shandom murmured to himself, ears flicked back in nervousness and confusion as the four pawed creature drew nose to nose with what appeared to be a wolf's skull. Where the hell am I?
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