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He felt free away from the Manor, able to stretch his legs and let his thoughts roam as freely as his body. The red tinted male liked the security of the mansions roof, but when he woke he yearned for the wide open spaces of the western territory. It was no uncommon to see the wolfish hybrid trotting from the Manor's door, and then not be seen for a night or two. It was those habits that had gotten him in trouble in the past months, having been absent during key events in the pack's history.
It was in his heart to try, though he found it more enjoyable to sleep in the quiet of the unoccupied portions of the territory and he found it hard not to nap when the urge over came him. Mother's words had hit him hard, he knew that his attitude was wrong and he knew that it would take work to change it. Guilt plagued him, even though it had been seasons ago he still wished he had done more to help the pack when they were in such dire need. He wished he had helped save his mother, or stood by his brother.
As he wandered Oak huffed, a snort from his nose as he thought about it. He was often an eager participant, wanting to please his alphess as well as his mother, but then as enthusiastically as he could be on one end... He slipped back and away from the pack. But now it was with purpose. Oak had come to find that his talents were in tracking and stalking. Despite his autumn hued pelt the well muscled boy could hide well in the shadows of his namesake, and he placed his energy into honing his techniques. And when he returned to the Manor after days away, it was with a prize draped across his shoulder.
But he had failed this day, another lesson for the sometimes prideful beast to learn. He was becoming used to not always getting what he had searched to retrieve, though he was also beginning to realize that the sting never left but was only tolerated a bit more. Dark paws carried his lupus formed physic to a spot he often rested beside. The river the Dreamer's claimed fell at the chiseled rock, creating the powerfull falls and a ironically peaceful spot. His black tipped ears listened for them, letting them guide him. He traveled carelessly by the water's edge and it was not until he scented another male that Oak paused. One paw stood above the ground, held up as he researched the scent to find it was one of their own.
What he found most interesting were the clothing that had been left. He cautiously moved closer, curious to know who this pack mate was.
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