For Gabriel; Set for late afternoon
Even after the raid, Cypress had not abandoned his plan. Ever since the talk he had with Anu about his father the boy had decided it was long time he sought out his sire. He deserved to know the man from whose blood he had been forged. Perhaps if he brought word of his mother's capture to his father he would send aid to the lands of the Aniwayans to return her to them . But it was a better understanding of his father, and himself, that he had truly been after when he had first put together his plans. Cypress even been considering that perhaps the lands of his sire would be suited for the brown and sable wolf than those of his dam. Simply, Cypress was just looking for his place in this world. He was looking for himself and he was not sure that Crimson Dreams was necessarily the best place for him. There was anger in him. A fire that he could not envision in gentle mother and had never witnessed in his brothers.
He had still not out grown his fear of the dark and so he had waited for the moon to grow full in night sky before he dared to venture to the far off lands of his father. He knew it would take him a couple days at least, for he did not exactly know the route to the Inferni borders. Cypress had never been one to venture far from the borders, yet with the morning sun rising before him as he set out for the lands he knew laid somewhere to the far north east. Taking nothing with him, he would have to hunt small game on his way.
The light from the full moon had kept the trip from being too stressful on the youth, but he was still a bundle of nerves by the time he had reached the inferni borders. So far from the only home he had ever known and all alone in a territory he did not know. He swallowed a heavy lump in his throat as he looked at the skull lined borders, ears pressed pack and his tail hung limply between his legs. This was not what he had expected to find. Though it was far too late to turn back now, he had not come all this way for nothing. And the boy was determined to once again met the father he hardly knew. He tilted back his head, a deep tenor tone called for the man he knew to his father, leader of the Infernians.
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