Candy cotton rotten

He had time to process his emotions. Eraithus wasn’t the only one whose mind had changed. He actively was beginning to enjoy insomnia and the wolves within. Having gladly abandoned the tar pit den, he’d actively made an effort even going to the armada for trade. Yet, Eraithus felt terribly lonely again. Perhaps the side affect from actually loving someone. Then when his own morals had been questioned, we’ll he definitely just didn’t feel like the same wolf from when he joined habari. He wanted to let the memory die if he could have it that way. His siblings gone, the life he supposedly was brainwashing himself into.

Whatever. Eraithus flopped onto a grassy patch, rubbing his back into the drying autumn grass. He wouldn’t think of it anymore, he had hunted, patrolled, now was a time to relax. His eyes turned to the sky watching the fluffy white clouds wander across it. He missed just enjoying himself, even when eyes were watching him.