Sex: MaleThe road to recovery had come along nicely as his weight started to even out and he found it was easier to accomplish certain tasks now, even more so than before his experience out. This was probably because he had learned so much on his unexpected outing. Still, Pacem would aimlessly wander the territory looking for something to do. He had yet to find his niche within the pack as a yearling. He had no idea what he wanted to do when he hit the year of two. Part of him wanted to lead a pack, fierce and strong. Another part of him sought to be a guardian and a third a scout and a fourth a hunter. He also wanted to be a diplomat.
Was there a role for just being the right-hand man who could do anything? He didn’t think so. Frustration filled him as he continued to stalk about within the shadows, a place he so desperately welcomed as home now. He felt safer knowing that his darker pelt mixed in with things, and it always gave him the upper hand. Then there was the fact that nothing could sneak up on him whilst he was in the dark. He had all the senses on his side as his eyes swiveled around. Hypervigilance was expected after what had happened. A certain paranoia set in as he remembered harder times. What he had been through had changed his life, and he was no longer naïve like Unitas and Silentium. He knew what was out there, beyond the comforts of a pack or family. He knew what lurked in the untamed territories. He was no longer so Tenderfoot like his brothers.
she broke my throne and cut my hair
PACEM HERVOK