He had his affairs in order... Kinda...

He wasn't sleeping well, he wasn't eating well, he wasn't coping. He paced the borders on almost a daily basis, eyes searching outwards for the male he hoped and dreaded would come home. Part of him was full of trepidation, hoping he would never return and the male could spend his life with his pets, their children and perhaps Kaida... Shit he needed to pay her a visit sometime he was in the forest... Part of his dreaded that meeting too... What would she think of him now?

Part of him was begging for his brother to come home. Be back in his arms once more for them to live their lives out in elation and happiness... Though a piece of the Huntsman knew that life would never be a reality, even if he came home...

Sighing the male swayed on his stomach and he sat in a sphynx like position in his den, staring out drunkenly into the dusky night. Dulcie was off doing his own thing and Saga was doing hers. He was alone with his thoughts and he didn't like the dizzying whirlwind of swirling words that he could practically see twirling in front of his vision as it whisked around in circles.

He needed to get out...

His thoughts finally landed on something else... Someone... Azalea... He rose to his large paws, nabbing one of the extra furs he'd had laying around the male set out to trip and tumble his way down the mountain to the den he'd given her. It took him a little while but he made it in one piece, not without stubbing his toes a few times, and stopped outside her home. Placing the fur at his feet the male let out a friendly chuff.

Jaxxon pulled himself up into a more regal position, though he couldn't help but slouch a bit with the fermented berries coursing through his veins, his tail curled over his haunches and he waved it in a personable manner to greet her when she either beckoned him forth or came out to greet him. Either was possible as he knew she was getting very close to her birthing day and he knew when pregnant females got close to their time they got cranky and irritable... Jaxxon didn't blame them, he wouldn't like carrying around a bunch of heavy bowling balls in his uterus, if he had one, either... He'd want that shit out as soon as possible...