Unaware of his son’s condition, Flit had wandered away from the safety of his packlands to go find his son. Sure, he did have two sons, but the fact that both of them were gone made him uneasy. Also the fact that his mate vanished, too, made him wonder if he was the only one left. Sure, he could find a new mate, but Eisig’Flammen was his first and only mate. She was the one who wanted to be with him forever. So, why did she leave him when he needed her most?
In his slight depressed state, Flit didn’t find life to be pleasant anymore. Some day he would wake up and wonder why he was still living. It was Quintus that kept him alive most days. Flit didn’t know what he would do without Quintus to keep his spirits half-alive. Flicking an ear, he continued on his little trek, searching around the area often to see if he could spot the midnight-blue pelt of his son, Mavis.
