Rain fell through the open gaps of the tree’s arm, tapping against his skull. A constant reminder, one wakeup call after another. Would he get no rest? His travels had brought him from one corner of this god-forsaken land to another. Yet, there were no answers. Still he hadn’t found his sister and his brother had left him to run off of his own adventure. As he lay beneath the large tree, In hopes of finding cover from the storm, he missed them ever so slightly. Missed the days when they were inseparable. The mere idea of feeling such sadness made him retreat from his cover and attempt to sleep.
Taking to his Optime form the male stood and looked to the sky in question. Would the rain ever stop? Unsure when it had begun the answer was purely unknown. Heath shook out his ragged mane, letting it settle in its usual standing on end style. Brushing the few stragglers from his eyes the timber coated yearling made his way towards anything familiar. He had caught the scent of Crimson Dreams and he friend Haven, hoping to maybe see him ask about his girlfriend. He hoped the world was brighter for him then it was for the loner.
Walking slowly, the sky had calmed by the time he found the invisible line the pack had created. His past experience caused him to hesitate; Inferni had not been exactly good to him. The golden eyes male looked deep into the forest that led into the territory, his fresh wounds stinging slightly. He was growing a large collection of scars, none of them anything substantial or to his liking. Their pain had mostly subsided, but the ache of his pride was still fresh. The pain-loving youngster was waiting for something that would strike fear into anyone that looked at him. His wish had yet to be fulfilled. Stepping forward he set his goal before him. Haven would find him, if not, maybe someone who had mean right hook. Whatever.