As he trudged across the wet grass, muddying up his paws in the process, he recounted the plan that he had so carefully forged over and over again. A plan which he had poured his heart and soul into. One that lit a fire in his stomach, that fire feeling akin to joy and making the work that it would take to bring Stormé back home to where she belonged, as fun as doing anything else would. There was a sense of freedom when he thought of the path he was on. Yes, it was a fixed path, one that needed to be followed closely and carefully, but it was his path. He wondered whether the plan would need to change, or adapt. Hopefully not, for he had set the plan according to his expectations of the outside world and those who occupied it. The true nature of all that wasn't yet something his mind could comprehend, but he was prepared to adapt and if he was, then his plan might as well be exactly the same, prepared to change at a moments' notice.
Why Stormé thought running away was a good idea, was beyond him. The two of them had had it all, a warm home, food everyday, caring owners and more than anything else, they had each other. All it took was one day, one incident for all of that to come tumbling down. Yes, he loved their mother, she took him in as one of her own, even when he was far from it, but all this unnecessary fuss over her unfortunate passing wasn't making the situation any better. He hoped beyond all else, that Stormé wasn't living by one of their mothers' values. She was definitely admirable, but some of the things she told the two were always nonsensical in Farace's mind. "Like, 'chase happiness', or whatever." Farace scoffed. She was a lovely dog, but some of the things she said were not at all for the better, sadly, unlike him, Stormé had taken mostly everything she said to heart. Which meant that his hope would probably be quashed whenever he did track her down.
"There used to be no problems here" He muttered quietly to himself. "We used to be one big, happy family." He looked up and gulped hard. "My mother...Stormé." Warm memories filled with play fighting, the soothing touch of either one of the two and the conversations shared between the three, brought a small smile to his face. One that quickly faded out, when he remembered the predicament that now faced him. "I miss them both...that's just how it is, isn't it?" He asked no one in particular. "I really miss them..." He shook his head hard. "How did this happen? How did I lose both of them?" He stopped shaking his head when he felt tears stinging his eyes. "I can barely still remember those few crucial moments." He fought back the tears, while raising his voice. "There's something wrong with this world, something seriously wrong. Am I lying to myself? Am I just pretending like there's any chance of me succeeding? Is it false hope to think that I can still get my sister back? I don't know, I don't kn-" He stopped and swallowed the lump in his throat. "No, I'm in charge! I'm in charge of me!" He started shouting all of a sudden. "I'm in charge of me and of this plan! And I won't let anything get between me and getting my sister back!"
Silence filled the air for a few moments. He stood there panting, looking at how much ground he had yet to cover.
"I'm coming Stormé...I'm coming."
