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Now when he already was here, why not.. Iskata had saved him, after all, and he was quite sure he owed her his life. Of course, it never hurt to nurse friendships with the new packs when the other existing ones had turned their backs and closed their eyes and ears. All of them died alone, true enough, but while they still lived and breathed on the same eerie surface of this wicked world, some should stay together. It was not in his nature to think in these ways, but he was not okay, he was far from okay. Yet, nothing in his posture told of the chaos. Only the bandages told of what had happened, and he knew his aunt would ask. He did not want anymore, and the child within was already weeping heavily because of the great misery that was burying it. It was too much now. Several beings had been pared for so long, but now the puddle had evolved into a far too great ocean that was destined to bury everything. There was no escape from heart ache. He had just not known because he had never known what it was.
Even though his nostrils were partly blocked by dried nose bleed, he had caught the scent of family and followed it slowly, injuries as fresh as ever under the bandages. He trusted they would walk into each other. Just keep walking, always walking.