The concrete felt odd beneath his paws, almost as if he had never felt it before. It had been almost a month since he had been to the city, and he was sure if he had missed it or not. Gold eyes passed over the broken buildings, the cracked streets and haze of rain that had been cast over the landscape. The man had looked in many different places along the coast, a tall tower and a network of caves to name the ones he remembered best. But the one he sought could still not be found. Walking slowly through the narrow streets he found that no he was no longer on a dyer search but a leisurely stroll.
He had begun to wonder if he would ever find their King, but just as he was beginning to give up on the idea of finding him Heath thought of the one who had asked him to search for Jac. The blind wolfess filled his mind’s eye and for a moment he held her there. It was important to find the King, to know that he was safe and find out why he had gone missing. Walking a bit faster Heath let something catch his eye, and looked through the broken window of a small store, or what was left of it. He paused, taking in the sight of the bottles that were left on the shelves. They spoke to him, calling his name and when he saw the large clear handled bottle he had to turn and run in order to break away.
That wasn’t who he was, not anymore. It was mature to know that alcohol was not his escape or the answer to the insecurities that ravaged his being. Instead the male turned down a dark street, and entered the nearest door. He would return to his search and find their leader and return home. Maybe he would go see Ruri, take his mare and see if she would want to meet her. He let the thoughts fill his mind as he entered the dim building.
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