Give Me More

The boy was becoming a man. His bulky form moved through the familiar lands with ease. Though his body was powerful, he felt... off. He felt like the lands were freezing and that the shadows were always on his tail. He hurried, heavy paws clumsily kicking roots and rocks out of the way. He made it to the meeting and practically flopped into a slouching sit. He was panting, his vision blurring slightly. He needed to drink more water. He needed to be strong. Sitting up, Stori tried to pull himself together. He couldn't let the pack know his body was feeling this way. He didn't want them to think he was weak. He didn't want to be weak.