He walked, alone, to his home in the cliffs. Mbwene had remained behind, finding solace with Chico. But Tembovu—he had been able to find solace with no one. Rexanna had not been present. He assumed she was back at their home, but he had seen so little of her lately that he wasn’t sure. Since Safiri’s birth and the tumultuous rank changes in the Edge, theirs had been a relationship of whispered greetings or departures to already-sleeping ears.
His ears tipped back, eyes even more lined and weary as he broached the dark entrance to their cave. What once had been homey felt…confining. So, before he could fully enter beneath the roots, he withdrew his large, ivory hoof and turned, stepping past the opposing, smaller caves and coming to stand at the cliff’s edge.
A dark, anguished, navy gaze found the sea’s horizon. Something that stretched on forever.
Then only thing that stretched on forever.
@Rexanna