Ink wasn't really... sure what he'd noticed that morning, but something wasn't right. Sura was fine. Roland was fine. Coli wasn't in labor. Tem was fine. The pack, in general, was fine. So what was wrong? The air was thick with tension to him and he couldn't help leaving the borders behind. His feet carried him, on all fours, towards an area he'd never gone before. The salty air told him he was getting closer and closer to the shoreline. Good- that would make it easier to find his way home. Still, that tense feeling hung tight to his pelt. What was wrong?
His mind wandered as he did, back to his night with Thorn. Thorn. His fur prickled almost pleasantly at the thought of the older male, his hackles lifting slightly. He'd never been treated so well before, nor had he ever felt so... good. His tail swung awkwardly behind him as he skirted along the edge of a cliff, one overlooking the ocean below. No shore here. Just... drop. Ahead, he could see a beach, but he wasn't sure if this was to be his destination. What was wrong? The tension remained.
He stopped. What was that? A soft mewling sound nearby. Long ears perked and pivoted to try and catch it better. Kittens? It's what it sounded like. They sounded scared. Could this have been why he'd come this far from his home? To find lost kittens? What was he, some sort of superman? Jeeze. Still, he couldn't leave them now. The boy padded on quickly, heading for the source of the noise. It wasn't until he could hear them clearly that a new sound caught him up again. A voice. Female. Worried. Confused?
He rounded some bushes and rocks and stopped, curiousity getting the better of him. There sat a girl with a familiarity he couldn't deny. Her pelt was dappled in reds, browns and grays. In front of her were a pair of kittens, one angry and the other scared. He perked his ears up and smiled despite himself. She was cute. So were the kittens, but in a different way. He couldn't help it, though- after the things Thorn had taught him, he looked at people in a different... light. Still, he'd behave.
"Everything okay?" Came his soft voice. He wouldn't come too close. From what he'd learned from Roland and others, sneaking up on people wasn't a good way to go about making friends. Not usually.
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