Where do you find peace

The Titan of Donostrea hadn't strayed far from his pack lands of recent days. He had left to attend the burial of his friend, and the father of his most recent ward, but little else had called him from the lands of his family. As the days since passed, the Dire Wolf couldn't deny the restlessness in his veins,. A sensation that grew as night turned into day. The Alpha and Father would let his steps guide him, taking him from their beach and into their prairie, and inevitably into unclaimed lands as he followed the sunrise.

He didn't have a destination, and there was no urgency in his steps. As he walked, he watched the morning unfold in the actions of the world around him. Critters, too small to snack upon poked heads from their holes and the birds in the tallest tree tops took up the melody of song. He walked until he found the Rio Grande, one of the largest rivers he knew of in the Alacritis lands. There was the crisp scent of wind over water and the gurgling sound of the stream as it ran across the rocks that littered the sidelines. He would make his way to the largest stone that overlooked the water and seated himself upon it. From here he could trace the water from as far as the eye could see as it ran towards him, under him, and escaped again. He could see the silver scales of fish beneath the water, and feel the morning sun on his coat. For once, their wasn't a worry in the world.