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He had failed and he wasn't proud of himself which was usually the case but this was worse. He had taken some time away from the packlands with Blitzen and had stayed away for too long. Sascha felt as though he could kick himself but instead of hiding and fretting over it, he decided to come back. He hoped the leaders would understand and accept him back; he wouldn't know what to do with himself if they rejected him. Besides, the pack wasn't so bad despite the sad memories that were created there.
He rode atop Blitzen, having gotten better at doing so from all the practicing he had done, until he reached the borders. One of the good things about this pack was the marked borders you would have to be dum to miss. The skulls were a dead give away if you couldn't already smell it. He commanded his companion to stop before passing the line, standing a few feet away. During the entire ride, he was holding on with one clawed hand, using the other to hold the sack that hung infront of him. There was a reason behind this, it wasn't like he was desperately trying to hold it even though it could simply hang on him. If it was a sack of simple supplies he may not have cared so much but what he was carrying was something better.
He slid off of Blitzen's back with ease as he made sure the sack, which was pretty much like a baby carrying wrap, was alright. He pulled at the opening to give the inside a look, ruby eyes locking with the golden eyes of the injured osprey he had come across during his travel back. He wasn't good at anything medical but he was sure something was wrong with his wing. He couldn't fly which meant he couldn't hunt. Any other day, he would have just ignored him or even eat him if he was hungry enough but instead there he stood with him in a wrap he managed to make with the plan of nursing him back to health. Perhaps its because the bird reminded him of himself, having a handicap like he had. Speaking of which, because of his handicap he wasn't sure if he would be able to catch anyone's attention. He couldn't howl nor could he just venture in despite the fact that he once was a member. So he stood there with that same scowl on his face, blowing raspberries every now and then, hoping he would be noticed or stumbled upon.
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