just here for the pie

Uncertainty and unfathomable doubt swirled within the saplings mind. After the demise of his father and the changes within the packs Plague was left feeling confused. The ramblings and whispers of the Abraxas religion as well as the spiritual dream he had caused a load of contradicting theories and ideals. To watch his mother and siblings mourn over Archon instilled pain and sorrow within his core that would likely remain there for moons to come. On one paw he wanted to be strong for his family and move on from their loss. But on another he just wanted to curl up in his den and sleep the days away. The feelings were said to be normal due to experiencing trauma so early on in life but that did not mean Plague was equipped with the ability to handle them.

Long, mostly alabaster, legs carried the growing pups form across the amber terrain. The sun was only just rising as it was early morning. Her dreadful rays kissing the redwater rocks for the first time. A lingering chill began to wither away as time went on. But, it was not uncomfortably hot just yet. Plague usually kept to himself just due to his more gloomy demeanor but the male was feeling a slight bit more lonely then usual. Rather then delving into pissing contests with his overly ambitious siblings the pup made his way to his mother's den. He had always been the closest with Deathbelle and wanted to spend some time with her.

Paws slowed as he neared the den and a slightly raspy deepening voice filled the air with caution, "Mother..."