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He took a deep breath as he stood in the gentle grasses of the thicket, gazing around the packlands that were once so new. He didn't much like it here. Well, no that was a lie. He liked the thicket, it grew some interesting plants that he hadn't had access too before. What he didn't like were the memories. Namely, his inability to do what he should have done. It was that day that he learned he didn't have what it takes to be a lead healer, or to lead anyone in any way. The pressure had been too immense and he had bailed. Just like usual. The more days that go by, the worse he felt about himself and the more tired he felt.

But, reguardless of his inner thoughts, he had a job to do. So he was on a hunt, searching for something, anything, that might help the pack heal from this outbreak. Many were so sick, some of his siblings, and he couldn't leave them to handle this on their own, again. Even with Harmony as a great healer, or the rest of the young Abaven wolves growing up and into their own healing abilities. He had an obligation, and a need to right the wrongs he had done...even if he didn't feel so good about his abilities anymore. Shaking his head slowly, he kept moving, searching through the grasses for something to help. It was not about proving himself anymore. If anything, he'd proven himself quiet well that he couldn't be counted upon. No, it was about trying to salvage whatever might be left and try and build his life from there. They would be three soon, and he felt no older than he did when he turned one. Still stuck in this dark, gloomy place in his head, he couldn't help but feel just...exhausted and ready to quit.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"