It was long past a normal yearlings bedtime in fact it was into the early morning hours. A young scrawny creature was stirring about. He had no bedtime rules anymore and he had no warm den to return to. Both sisters were now gone and though he was living within a pack, the young boy felt completely alone. Most of it was his fault after seeing his parents die he never went to anyone to help him coup with the loss. In fact the boy secluded himself and refused the attempts that pack had made to help. He was suppose to be living within the healer's den, but when someone was sent to round him and his siblings up he hid refusing to go.
Since then he was working on his own and since the pack had been quiet he wasn't forced to attend anything. Problem was the boy needed to get out of this if he wanted to continue to live within the pack. He would need to step up and get more interactive and work to a different rank. He wasn't sure how to get out of this habit now and would need help even if he didn't want it.
Sighing the yearling flopped down on the ground beside the opening of his family den. Laying his head on his paws he gazed up at the moon and sighed.
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