He had never thought he’d dare to do anything like this. Nevertheless, here he was. During the whole journey, Conor’s tail had been curled tightly up against his belly, ears always flat against his skull. This was something he felt he had to do though, and so the boy had forced his oversized paws to carry him out of Dahlia de Mai and into the neutral lands. He had been going southwest, hoping he was going the right way, back to the place where he recently had learned another big group of wolves lived. The Dreams pack. He was tired and scared and hungry and thirsty and everything, but he did not turn around. This was a mission. Alexey had been so sad because of his behaviour back that day. He had made the little girl cry, and he felt so bad about that.
For hours he had felt lost and the battle against the tears had begun. The boy’s nose found the boundaries that revealed the claim of the lands, but Conor was confused and was looking for a cabin. Without any hesitation, he simply crossed the borders without a second thought, too busy thinking about how he was to find the Dreams pack, the cabin and the little girl with the watery eyes. Cambria was very pretty, and he had decided to let her know the truth this time. He wanted to be forgiven. Haku’s daily terror had been hard on the puppy’s psyche, but he was already improving. This too, what he was doing right now, was an attempt to change his life into something better. He had to unhurt those he had hurt, no matter if it had been intentional or not.
A whine escaped the boy, completely lost. The flower that his jaws had held on to fell to the ground, but he could not care less. The fear. He was so scared. The Soul boy was so close to his destination, but he was not aware of this. He felt lost. He felt cold. The sky would soon start to darken. He had made a mistake.