Devil in Me

A purpose? That'd be nice. Or something to... allow something more to this mindless, empty wandering. To wander was nice, but he didn't know what to do - how to react to things - how to go about doing... well, anything, really. He was free, but nothing had really changed. Still, being free from his family's chains was quite nice, and he relished in the feeling of it. Still didn't fix the mind-numbing, awful boredom. Hunt, sleep, wander, get hungry, hunt, sleep wander... just an endless cycle.

His paws brought him to a a field of rocks and boulders, and he surveyed it momentarily, before shrugging to himself and starting to walk through. Might as well hop on one of the bigger ones; he should be able to see for quite a far distance, and it'll get him out of the snow with most of the rocks being barren. Crouching, he jumped powerfully on top of the first larger boulder he saw, landing neatly on top and flopping down with a sigh. Now what?