Since she'd heard of her father's parting, Sage had not been well. She had holed herself up imside of her ranch house on that first night, sobbing herself to sleep. The Ma-tzu had come here for him, after all (among other things), and his abandonment had hit her hard. Maybe she should have expected it after his disappearance when she was a child, but she jsut did not understand. Nayru was gone now, too, leaving the pack to Xy'rin, a woman that Sage had great respect for, but nevertheless one she knew little of. She couldn't imagine ichika without her father and his bi-colored friend. Nothing would be the same, but she had nowhere else to go.
Sage thought of Barrett then, and his commune of friends outside of Halifax. She could join them, she supposed, but really she wanted nothing more than to enjoy the life she had left Inferni for. She had pledged herself to Ichika, and despite it's semi-troubled state, it was a pack with morals in line with her own. Although Xy'rin and Saouce were more hardened than she, it was not something she held against them. Sage understood that violence could sometimes be unavoidable, although she would avoid it as best she could. She was the Ma-tazu for a reason; fighting was not her forte, as her brief training with Ezekiel proved. Even those thoughts saddened her. She was in an odd state that could not be avoided, despite her attempts. The coyote had almost left to follow her father, but she knew she would not find him. Whether he purposefully left his tracks hidden, or whether she was just an awful sleuth, Sage couldn't tell, but she knew that it would be a near impossible feat, so she wouldn't bother. The last time she had tried, after all, she'd broken her arm. An unsuccessful venture, despite the presence of her sisters.
She had yet to visit Clover in Salsola, but Sirius had promised her safety, so she tried not to worry with so much elseon her mind. China, though, she had not seen in months. For her, she worried truly.
Sage refused to allow her concerns to become visible to her packmates, though; they were grieving as well, she knew. When Xy'rin issued the call, Sage had left immediately, finding her stallion waiting for her outside, as if he knew.
Her expression was somber as she rode up, but she greeted her packmates with the most honest smile she could muster through her despair. Dismounting, she gathered beside the Yakuso Jace, nodding a friendly greeting to the doggish woman. Quickly her expression turned to concern, though, as she noticed fresh dripping wounds covering the woman's body. What has happened? her face read, but she dared not ask yet. Xy'rin stood at the front, and Sage turned glazed ambers towards her, waiting for her words, any words, ready to cling to whatever knowledge of her father, of Nayru, and of Ichika that the woman would share. Palms together, Sage offered a brief bow of greeting their newly appointed Tenryu, but she said nothing, choosing to wait in silence.
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