Overcast Clouds
55.4 ° F, 13 ° C (late night)
@Garmir
Things had not gone as planned the last few days. The coyotes- Vaken could manage that. It wasn’t ideal, but he was adapting to their company. He had no other choice. He was learning to accept defeat, be chased by the mongrels. They didn’t catch him very often. He really didn’t mind them anymore, it was everything else driving him insane. The tension between himself and his aunt’s pack, the lowering water, the storms. He knew he was being childish letting it all bother him, but he couldn’t help it. He was feeling tense. The summer had been hard on him, and now it was quickly coming to a close. He didn’t know what to do with himself with winter approaching.
That is what motivated him to keep moving. He didn’t want to stay anywhere too long, it was making him feel stagnant and scared. He had wandered along to the mountain, then found himself taking a familiar trip towards the wildwood. He didn’t stop until his feet were sore. He didn’t plan for himself to end up here, with the draw’s pack scent light on the breeze. He wasn’t very close, but he could smell the subtle signs of the pack. It jolted him to his senses, a comforting smell. The sky was dark, hours after dusk, and he collapsed. He was tired, mentally and physically. He didn’t have the energy to even bring himself closer to the border, to call for Garmir. He just wanted rest.
He wrapped himself up in a tight ball and closed his eyes. It took a moment to ease himself, to relax the muscles in his back, but he immediately felt better. He just wanted to take a few hours to himself- to let his body heal from the stress he was under. It didn’t take long before his breathing softened, sleep filled sighs filling the air.