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[Ghedan Windhowl]

6th of the Fall, 510 AV Ghedan patted Qwinn reassuringly on the side as she carried him out of the Emerald Drykas camp and onto the endless plain that they called home. In reality, that pat was more for him than for her. She gave a reassuring whuff in return. He was sure of his decision. He needed to get out of the clan for awhile, get out and find himself. Of course his family had not been quite so understanding. Sure they had let him go, but not without a considerable amount of questions, observations, advice, admonitions, and scowls of disdain. Most of that had come from the fact that he couldn't give them a set amount of time that he would be gone. But he needed to go. It was as simple as that. He needed to get away from the familiar, the routine, the pain. It had been two years already, but the sorrow had festered inside of him from being around all the memories. He knew that death was a natural part of the Drykas way of life, that he should just move on, find another wife, and continue on living. But the truth was, he felt almost as if he was being called away. He would never truly leave them, of course; even now he could feel the tug of the web connecting him to his family, his clan. He sighed, resolved and guided Qwinn out into the Sea, though she hardly need guiding, and whistled for Glint to follow. The silver fox trotted beside obediently and offered a playful nip at his heels. A serpent slid through the grass a few meters away, just barely moving it. It ignored them and continued on its way, just like they usually did. The predators generally avoided him, almost as if treating him as an equal. He admired that serpent. It knew exactly what it was doing, exactly where it was going. Ghedan smiled grimly as he continued forward. They'd be okay. He'd be okay.