Whenever Darrah began to feel even the slightest bit stressed, he found himself distancing himself from home. This normally wouldn't be an issue, but recently it had been happening more so than not. The prince was wary that his short travels could eventually lead to conflict with his fellow pack mates, nevertheless his head had grown so foggy that he didn't see much else of a choice. Running away was easy, for now it'd have to do. The Tainn had only been to Dragonfly fen a handful of times, but each visit had always proven to be just as mesmerizing as the last. He didn't mind finding company in dozens of sickly pine's, it wasn't the tree's he was interested in anyways. He came tonight for the fireflies.
'Seems I'm the only one who can hate her..' he murmured. Truth be told everybody loved his mother, and they probably always would. He was the only one angry with her, and quite frankly he knew it was growing old. 'I know giving her a second chance would be the right thing to do.. But it's not like I can forgive her just like that! I can't act like nothing ever happened, she fucked up!' almost growling at this point, the Tainn comfortably tucked himself away in a bed of cattail's. "Stupid, Darrah. So damn stubborn." Having nobody to understand his point of view was definitely a struggle, but what bothered the young man most was always dwelling on her. Why couldn't he think about anything else? Why did Nayeli constantly run through his mind, taunting his every thought? "I should be working on furthering my dream of becoming pack leader. Instead, I'm here." With a snort, the Prince watched as the fireflies danced out one by one.