Jethro had decided to walk along the shore of the lake as the sun began to set, his paws eventually carrying him beyond pack territory. He’d been doing his best to contribute more; patrolling and adding to the pack caches when he could, so he believed perhaps he’d earned a night off, now.
As he walked, he thought back to his past. Pictured some of the faces that’d been the cause of his torment, but unlike the many times before - anger was not his immediate response. He hated them, oh yes. With a passion, and that would never change. But now, he had satisfaction. A hint of pride. A friend. And maybe, a real home. With his survival, Jet had done what they’d never thought he could. Found what he’d never thought he’d have, and he was free. Free of all of it! Free of their curse, their torment, and hate. His life could be whatever he wanted, now.
A smile creased his face at the thought of it, and he paused, turning to look out over the water, and toward the blazing pink and red fireball of a sun that seemed to hover just over the horizon for the moment. Jet didn’t usually believe himself the type, but the stunning sight was almost symbolic of his transition over the last months, and he couldn’t help but to stop to marvel at it.
@Nori ^^