Since the abduction of the alphas daughter Vern had been working harder. More patrols at the times that Roza wasn't patrolling. Checking out scents everywhere in the territory, and keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the abnormal. Vern wasn't one chosen to go out of pack lands, he was ordered to stick close to the pack lands and to keep Roza and the alpha's boy safe. Even when Ganta had returned without any luck, Vern continued his efforts wanting to make sure that the borders were safe and that another child would not be nabbed. He had kept himself busy and was getting himself into a new routine. He was growing comfortable with it and though he never had company he had gained a purpose again. He was beginning to feel younger, stronger, and ready to take on the world. When he wasn't patrolling he was either hunting, sleeping, or training along with the natural necessities he needed in life such as eating.
Though he still felt he had a large chunk of himself missing, the first chunk being ripped away when Ilona was killed. The next was ripped away after reuniting with Cealum and then her disappearance. Life had thrown him for several loops, but when Ganta called claims upon this land and Vern joined him, he had decided to take his life by the horns again. Who knows what was in store for him. Life may improve, or may stay the same the rest of his life, who knew but he was willing to see where things took him.
Today was like any other day, he had finished his rounds in the main pack territory and he was onto the second claimed area of the pack. He liked this area a lot more, especially at night. The sand and the waves were soothing and at night helped him to get tired and go to bed at night. Tracking through the sand the male had his nose to the ground
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