Shawchert was feeling the pain worse then ever. He couldn’t walk as well, not with the injuries the black and white male had put upon him. His hip hurt far more than ever just from the club, not to mention one of the spikes had pierced his back end, but that mattered little to him. What he kenw was, he felt useless in this pack, the pack that reminded him of so many unhappy things yet any happy memories he had were drowned by sorrow. It was his fault things got this bad, and he wouldn’t listen to anything his son had to say about that. The boy soon gave up and just stopped talking, though he didn’t leave either. He just sat next to shaw every chance he got, which made it a reminder of the child he lost, the stubborn boy who wouldn’t go away, would that have been what he was like when he got older? Whatever the case the spectral made sure to stay visible to shawchert with a look of distaste on his face for Shawchert’s thoughts. Izzy could apparently see or feel the boy because she got agitated every once in a while and always looked in his direction as though it was his fault.Shawchert didn’t try to explain to the ferret that he had a dead son nor that his ghost was following shaw around like a lost puppy.

He had made the decision finally. He was going to leave. He would take what luck he had with him and get as far from his children and loved ones as possible, because he felt they were far safer if he weren’t around to bring bad luck to the pack. This wasn’t what he would say to his capitaina though. He learned his lesson from the first time he left, though he had no intentions of coming back. He thought about what he was going to say to Skye as he slowly walked out to her home. It wasn’t easy for him to explain to her that he was leaving so when she answered the door he just said that he was leaving the pack, that he wasn’t coming back and that no one should worry nor come after him for his mind was made up. His heart ached at the disappointed and unhappy look on his leaders face. He turned around so she couldn’t see his eyes water as he made his way home. He took only the necessities. His carving tools, the bag he’d come here with, his metal flute, and a few furs including his carving knife so he could skin animals on the road and just work with their leather when he pleased just as he had done before. Now was his time to go back and leave the lands that he had scorched unwillingly, he hated himself, and he was beating himself up as he changed into his lupus form. The satchel was firmly over his legs and shoulders, and though it felt foreign now would not impede his ability to run, and so he was off, leaving the lands he had created for good. Where he would end up only the stars would know and he kenw they would never tell him. The ferret was in toe and the boy glided over him as though a dark reminder. He would never leave his father until the man died. Whether sooner than later was up to the maker for now Shawchert would live the life he was meant to, a loner, traversing the lands and never making a home again.

His mind went to Titania as he dodged around the trees of the Ethereal Eclipse, how he was proud of her, maybe he would visit her newly founded pack when he figured out where it was, they had said it was north so he would look that way for it. He was proud of his daughter and what she had become. Thinking of that daughter made him think of his other at home. Juliet, who’s feelings never really showed and yet he couldnt’ find anyone else more loving than she. He was proud of her own acomplishments, taking up the flute like him, and hopefully once he was gone she could live his dream of a pack with the finest music in all the lands. At the borders he stopped and looked back, seeing the border tree, he moved to it, taking his paw, and finding his name he scratched it, so that four parallel marks made the name hard to see. Scoffing he now turned to leave the pack free to do what it was made to do, but without him