Escaping the Reality

After everything from the previous day with the boys return and the tension between Torin and Zell, he felt he needed a break. Things were settled enough that he felt Torin wouldn't let his emotions cloud his judgement as the second leader and Frost just felt the need to escape for a little. If he would be honest with himself the real reason he wanted to get away today was because he was feeling a bit low. Once more he now ran the pack with a much younger wolf who would surly outshine him within days. His prime time in his life was beginning to slip away from him and the tall male was beginning to feel the strangle hold of old age. It was starting with the slight ache in his joints and with winter the ache was growing more noticeable.

He had no particular plan for where he was going to go, but he had taken off early that morning after his morning patrol was completed. For a while he just steadily wandered, no particular direction or even speed of his pace. It was just nice to be in unfamiliar surroundings for once. He headed to the dancefloor and when he reached the territory he felt satisfied enough to stop wandering. He settled in a soft spot and just relaxed, closing his eyes and clearing his mind and letting the sounds of the territory fill his mind.

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