Sepoko felt that something was missing in his life.
He couldn't say what, precisely, was missing. All he knew was that he could feel a gaping hole in his life, and it's presence hurt him. He couldn't stop dwelling on it, like picking at a scab, and the more he fussed about it the more it festered in his mind.
It ought to be obvious, he felt. He knew a lot of things which he'd cared about were gone. Just gone. His father was gone. His brother was gone. His home was gone. The few friends he had made were gone. All he had was his mother and him, and though he loved his mother dearly, he was lacking something which he felt he needed desperately, but he couldn't quite put his paw down on it.
He'd wandered off... again. More and more he felt he needed time alone, which was strange considering how lonely he felt. Yet, ever since they'd left the jungle, Sepoko couldn't find a soul who didn't make him feel lonely. With his eyes on the setting sun, he sat and waited for something which he felt would never come, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't even be able to tell.
