Tourmaline

The Star That Led Him Home
The night Tourmaline was chased from the pack, the sky wept with silver rain. He ran without looking back, his paws heavy with the weight of unspoken words, of a goodbye he never got to say. His mother, Wisteria, had always told him stories of the stars—how they were the souls of those who guided their loved ones home. But as he wandered the wilds alone, he wondered if she had been wrong.

He had tried to prove his worth. He had trained, he had fought, he had learned the ways of the hunt. But fate had been cruel—his siblings were infertile, and the pack saw no future in them. Without question, they were cast out. And though Tourmaline was different, he was still sent away, as if the stars had forgotten him too.

Nights turned to moons, and the scent of his birthpack faded from his fur. But no matter how far he traveled, the stars never left him. A single, glowing light in the sky seemed to follow him, pulsing softly, watching over him.

Then, one night, a stranger found him. Their eyes were kind, their words gentle. They spoke of a wolf who had searched for him, who had whispered his name to the wind, who had never stopped believing he would return.

They led him back to the Alabaster Heart pack. The moment he stepped into the familiar land, a soft breeze brushed through his fur, carrying the scent of blooming wisteria. And he knew.

His mother had never stopped waiting for him.

Tourmaline lifted his head to the sky, to the star that had never left him. He let out a howl—not of sorrow, but of gratitude. He had been lost, but Wisteria had guided him home.

And as he stood beneath the heavens, he swore he would carry her light forward.

Forever.

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Tourmaline pays tribute to his mother, Wisteria, who was always kind, and despite loosing all her daughters looked after all the other puppies in the pack with dedication. Wherever his sister's are, he knows his mother is looking down on them, guiding them, just as she has done to him all these years.