I'm the fan of flying

The young man walked along as a fierce spring current caused the river to run at a decent speed to create the white rapids that he knew all too well. Dae was focused on many things that day and the current happened to be one as he tried to get his mind off of the slowly deteriorating path to revenge on his uncle. He didn't want revenge but he felt it necessary to take the pack back from the evil dictator that ruled as regent since Damon had been banished under false pretenses. The tawny man was angered by this betrayal but long ago he had taken an oath never to seek revenge unless the crime was deemed punishable by death in the ancient codes. Unfortunately, plotting to overthrow the ruler was not in these procedures because the ancient ones had not thought that a wolf would stoop so low as to commit such a crime. There was nothing Dae could do.

He cursed bitterly to himself in the ancient language, commontongue, and the brotherhood language as a mixture so no other wolves that might be by could hear him. He looked up towards the sky, noting that the setting sun would mean that he would have to find shelter soon as he would not be pulling another all nighter in order to travel. Damon Zamora was too tired for that shit.