When Skies are Grey

He had just returned a day or so ago, fully recovered from his mental ordeal. The voice was gone, though he knew it simply slept. Just waiting for another day to come out again. A dull ache began to throb upon the wounds on his left flank that had been left behind from his fight with the bear. He thought they were healing well, but of course, he didn't know that for sure since he wasn't a healer. He wasn't familiar with anyone else in the pack except for...Aha! His younger sister probably learned a few things from their mother! Immediately he sought her out, and the first place he went to go check was her den. They hadn't been here too long, so perhaps she was still settling in. He had yet to find a den himself, and instead, had been sleeping against the trees in the forest. He preferred it that way, actually. Sleeping in a den had begun to make his mind feel claustrophobic, especially since it made him feel like he was that much more alone with that voice in his head just waiting for the chance to whisper again.

He gazed up when his companion screeched, letting him know that his sister was exactly where he expected she would be. He quickened his pace, bi-colored gaze searching for her. As he emerged from the woods, he spotted his little sister standing near her den, so he uttered a soft bark to let her know of his approach. "Thora!" He approached her, softly nuzzling her cheek as he came to a stop. "Sorry for not being around the last few days, I've been out...tracking prey." Not true at all. But it was a good enough lie for now. She couldn't know about the ghost that haunted him. He would protect her from that at all costs.

"SPEAK"