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It was unusual for the Catori to tidily make his own bed, but this morning he did before exiting his room and departing the inn. Leaving Lunenburg he walked toward town, he didn’t have any plans. Sticking his hands inside the pockets of his shorts he shrugged at the thought of what he was going to do today. Kable couldn’t help but feel bothered by the way he was living his life. In his own mind he was detached from the pack, his own family and even himself at times.
A warm and gentle breeze rushed past him ruffling his fur. The husky-malamute watched the leaves scurry across the court’s grounds. His attention quickly shifted from the frolicking leaves to the form of a canine standing a ways off. Seeing somebody from the back he wouldn’t make any assumptions about who it may be. Moving forward a gentle wind blew against him, carrying the scent of the female wolf along with it. Mom?! It would be odd for his nose to lie to him in such a way. In all actuality it wasn’t that surprising that Ayita may be here, Kable took note of their family’s graves. It had been a long time since he’d last seen her; this idea was strange to him because they lived in the same pack. The male couldn’t help but think he should make it a point to see his family more often; maybe he was just a good for nothing son.
His thoughts and doubts fled his mind as he gazed intently at the back of the woman who brought him into this world. Mother? He called in the form of a question, he was pretty certain it was her.
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