~A new beginning~ pixie and Brutus

Hope

"anyone is bound to make mistake when mad, scared or stressed"

The hairless cat addressed, tail curling up in worry for the wolf. Nevertheless, he sighed before shaking his head, eyes peaking to the dense forest, from here the forest looked like a harsh and dangerous place to live, but for some it's home. No matter how harsh and dangerous it may be.

"You can't always fight, not when you know it wouldn't work and turn sour, Brutus, that's why she fled, to avoid the pain

Mr. Wrinkles sat comfortably in the highest part of the cat tree of the living room as Brutus lay down on the carpeted floor next to the tree, processing what the feline had told him. He sighed. The cat continued.

"Haven't you notice how Stella have been to you? How much she tried to turn your attention towards her when you put your attention on aster?"

The cat questioned him, Brutus let out a hum, thinking back to it with a more careful eye in the matter.

"I'm not saying it your fault, and aster isn't at fault either, but she is hurting from her early memories of this month... June 5th, remember?"

Brutus raised a brow at the date, before realization settled in, guilt sinking it's fangs deep into him.

'june 5th... Sergei's burial'

Brutus let out a shaky breath before sitting down, looking out the window and onto the forest with his tail wrapped around himself as a form of comfort.

"I didn't know, i just... Don't want anything bad to happen to us.. i don't want this to break us apart... I love her far too much.."

The cat hummed softly before glancing at Brutus, feeling rather sad that a close friend of his Is left to deal with this. The cat replied softly.

"There's a waterfall near the pack she sometimes went, but that's all I've noticed, it's better to ask Randal, he may know something of use"

Stood up before looking at the cat then at the front yard where both pixie and Lola played, feeling hope rush through his body, he looked back at the cat.

"You'll keep an eye on 'er for me?"

The cat nodded before motioning to the doggie door of that over looked the kitchen before replying.

"Of course, just bring her back, please"

With that the German shepherd quickly trotted out of the house and off the find Randal with new found hope.

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Brutus looked around the dense forest, only seening nothing more than oak trees, dense bushes and rocks.

Oh, what's that over there?

Oh, it's just another damned rock.

By now the German shepherd was starting to grow impatient, noting that the constant singing of the birds that brought life to the forest lowered to a stop as the sky painted itself with hues of orange, yellow and pink as the night dawned on them.

Brutus let out a sigh as dismay consumed his very being, sitting down on the forest floor as Randal kept on with his search, even if he knew that there was a big probability that they end up without anything that may help.

He was grateful of the racoon, he is grateful of him, but he just couldn't shake the feeling of regret root within him. The dog glanced at the racoon once he spoke up.