Running With Scissors

Today was a day he was going to enjoy himself, even if it killed him. With so much to worry about he hadn't really taken the time to sit down and relax. Besides, there was some good to come of things lately. Jewell had given birth to her litter and now there were going to be pups running around soon. He could only hope they wouldn't give Jewell, or him and Frost, too much grief. He really didn't want to have to worry about tracking them down outside the territory. He really didn't want to think about all the trouble five young puppies could find if they tried.

Of course he wasn't quite sure what to do for fun. He supposed leaving to go explore was an option, but that required actually leaving and he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that. It was summer and the temperatures in the more extreme parts of the desert were getting rather unbearable. It was far easier to stay in the lush green paradise that Lirim offered. The thoughts of exploring left him and instead Rory found the cool shade of a tree to lie down under. After that it wasn't long before he found himself dozing off.

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