Can't Stop, Won't Stop, Might Stop

The brute had taken some time away from helping Maria with hunting and gathering herbs. He had told her that he would be back, but a lot had been on his mind from killing his old alpha, still having the nightmares of his deceased pack mates plaguing his mind, and the constant ringing in his ears that someone or something was following him wherever he went. Though, the brute was probably being paranoid about the idea as he rolled his eyes from the thought.

Dense trees and shadows plagued this forest. Their branches stretched out almost endlessly and appearing like arms in the night about ready to come up and grab an unexpecting passerby. The cuts and bruises that had plagued his body had vanished thanks to Maria's healing and helping him cope with some of the stress that had been covering his mind and soul. His crimson orbs shimmered in the light of the moon as bits of the moon's glow sparkled across his eyes, giving them a transparent shine around them.

He would sit down and listen to the crickets as they chirped their own tune, and the chorus of owls, crickets, crows, and many other night life reverberated in his ears as he closed his eyes, taking in their sounds almost as if he were meditating and he did not have a care in the world.