Backdated for 8/22.
Sleeping had become more and more difficult, these days of late. It wasn’t as if Veho did not wish to sleep, for that was a rather ridiculous notion, but his mind never seemed to quiet. Even when it did afford him a few hours peace, he'd always startle awake with a jolt or a yip, plunged into a nightmare by a subconscious struggling to deal with too many factors ignored during the majority of the day. For this reason the male was awake in the dead of night, and after tossing and turning, decided to call it quits. Perhaps he could nap in the late afternoon sun, but for now, his best choice was to get up and move around.
Hunting for foliage was difficult this time of day. While he knew Grizzly Hollow and the surrounding woods fairly well, he also had acquired most of the herbs in the area. Tracking them by scent would not be too difficult, but would not be particularly useful, either. With a huff, he trekked slowly, carefully – most of his packmates were probably resting at this hour, and it would not do to disturb them (especially @Borden, so rare was it for the man to get his proper rest these days of late).
With a heavy heart, he came to a river, unknowingly tracking it to the outskirts of where a pack had once bed. Were he paying attention, he might have been able to note the last tendrils of scent clinging to the borders – as it were, the wolf had found himself a clearing and sat, searching for a moon that was not there. Instead, he was graced with a single falling star, and he hummed softly.
"Make a wish."