He was hungry. But wasn't entirely keen on leaving his den. He knew he was letting Faite down...or at least her son, Rory. Rin had done little in the pack for a while, not really feeling the energy to do anything but sleep. He was skinny, his fur matted and overall looked dull and dreary. He was a shadow of his former self. Nightmares still haunted him, and he was just so tired of his past creeping up on him night after night. He had nothing going for him in life, though he was grateful that he had come across Faite...his depression had simply kept him from going out and doing things. It had kept him from enjoying life the way he should have.
His hunger pangs were growing to be too much, however, so he managed to slowly drag himself up off the ground and into the outside world. What he was going to do he didn't know. Maybe he'd go find some scraps or see if there was anything the pack had collected. Granted, he felt bad he might be eating someone else's catch, but he didn't have the energy to try and hunt for himself right now. Slowly, he headed towards where the pack stored their food, but decided that first he would drink some water. His mouth was dry, and he felt a little sick. So altering his course, he headed to the nearby river. Once there, he carefully picked his way down the shore and towards a shallow part of the river to take a drink, not realizing that someone was nearby.
"Speech"
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