Last Speck Of Hope
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He had been travelling for what had seemed such a very long time. Not only had his appearance suffered but also his spirit. But there was some hope on the horizon. A new packs territory lingered only a short distance from where he stood motionless. Though filled slightly with excitement, his limbs also slowed his approach to a standstill near the border of their lands with the cautious nature he had been carrying within him all this time. There was so much resting on this moment and he was long tired from making life changing decisions. But he knew that wondering through his existence alone was not for him. Slowly but surely over the last year with no one at his side was killing him. He longed to have a bond with those of his kind again, to belong anywhere. One thing he could see now from his younger years was that he had been blind to what gifts he had truly been the recipient of. It was only now after being lost for so long that he realised that. But now he had the chance to be given those gifts again, although if he was deserving of such things he was undecided.

Inching slowly forwards with his nose catching for the border to the territory he stopped just short of it. Knowing very well to breech the packs land would not be wise. Then throwing his head back he let out a howl that echoed into the distance. With his head back level to watch, the wait now continued for him. His eyes scanned for any arrival and his ears remained standing to attention for any sign of sound that may give him notice they were on their way. Although he tried to stay upright it didn’t take long for the aching in his body to start to declare its victory. Being forced to lay on his front before the legs beneath him had given way.


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