Darrah had definitely traveled every location surrounding his den, but in the end he always seemed to find himself back at the Red Fern forest. There was just something so inviting about scarlet tree's and the rowdy organisms that occupied them. Yes, This particular location was much similar to a fiery warm embrace from someone special. This place was comfort after a long hard day, and goodness knew quite well every day was just that. Though finally calming down the inner commotion that was the hatred for his mother, even if by just a tad, he still needed this. He needed to feel at home. What better the place.
"What Am I doing with my life?" the young prince groaned, unsure of what he was turning into as of late. "I'm a monster, I need to get out of here." though he wasn't sure if that'd be for the best, or just a cowardly retreat from what had become his reality. "Maybe I'm throwing things out of proportion. Maybe I'm being to hard on her after all." He hated to admit it, but wasn't he really just over-reacting when it came to @Nayeli? Darrah was swiftly approaching the age in which you couldn't quite call him a puppy anymore, so weren't the hissy-fits getting a little old? "But how would I even go about apologizing now? God, these mood swings of mine.." with disgust, Darrah found a cozy spot to settle down in for a while.
'I feel so beaten-down, What am I doing?'