Waves broke onto the shore, sea salt droplets sprayed onto the coat of the shaggy, monotoned wolf, gazing longingly at the setting sun on the horizon.  The hues of yellow, and red, and burning orange contrasted the deep blue and white of the churning sea.  For a moment, everything seemed peaceful.  For a moment, everything seemed fine, for a moment everyone was happy, including the Vanguard himself.  

But it only lasted a moment.  

Flashes of lighting, and rumbles of thunder in the distance brought Corrosion back to the present.  To the fact that his newfound "family" were struggling to cope that Zeke was, in fact, not coming back.  And Zehava was having more trouble with that fact than anything else.  Corrosion wanted to do what was best for them, what he could for them, but what were those things? What could he offer them, that they could possibly need from a complete stranger?  What did a family lacking a father need?  The questions ran through his mind, and he had come up with nothing, no definitive answers to his questions.  It was frustrating.  He sat, staring out at the horizon until the sun set, the storm rolled through, and still he remained unmoved.  The wind and rain pounded into him, but they did not affect him.  His thick coat protected him from those elements, and he sat in the same position until the sun rose again the next morning.  

The reds, and oranges from last night, were met with pinks and yellows with the rising of the sun.  The skies had cleared, and it seemed to be developing into a beautiful day, as far as weather goes.  However, as beautiful as the weather was, the storm was still brewing in Corrosions mind.  His tail thumped methodically behind him, set to the beat of the crashing waves, until one rogue wave caught him off guard, and washed up to his paws.  He looked down to see the water carefully recede back into the ocean, and the sand move with the current.  He narrowed his eyes, and a thought made his next breath hitch in his throat.  

No.  He couldn't.  He couldn't ask her, it would be too personal, too emotional, too much.  He shook his head, what was he thinking? He couldn't go to her, not after everything he'd done to her, he couldn't ask her for help.  He'd almost killed her- and though she said she'd forgiven him, he still had not forgiven himself.  He had distanced himself from her, and her new children.  He couldn't bear to see the kids he almost took away.  Besides, she was still in her own realm of grieving.  Her mate, Tauro had been taken from her, how would she take it if he asked her what fatherless children needed?  How- barbaric! How. . disgusting, and thoughtless!  Bile turned his stomach, how could he even think to want to ask Lev these questions?  

"Oh Lev, I'm so sorry I even thought of this.."  He whispered quietly to the wind, to no one, to the skies.  

He really was despicable.  

Wind blowing his fur in different directions, he sighed, knowing he would never get the answers he was looking for.

However, he did not know that sitting there on the beach, as quietly as he was would attract attention.  Perhaps, the prayers he whispered into the wind were going to be answered.  

Even if he did not like the way they were delivered.