where do i belong

Indy curled up in the middle of the little plot of land that used to be his garden. Most of it had died back or was wrapped to protect them from the winter. The place just made Indigo depressed, but he was trying to overcome his feelings. He had to be able to control them, and by feeling through the gross sadness that lingered here the boy looked to make himself stronger.

He still felt sad that he hadn’t been chosen to become an heir, and he was doing whatever he could to prove himself. He wasn’t a good hunter and he wasn’t very good at fighting with focus, but he was determined. The boy sighed softly as a light snow began to fall. He didn’t really want to move, he didn’t really want to do anything until spring. Parting his lips he blew upwards to disturb the growing fur of his developing mohawk.