The past that made us

//evening, windy.

The man had been doing his duties, doing them without waiting for others to notice. He was doing well in this new pack he had picked as his new home. He liked his home in an established and serious pack. But whenever he found some free time he liked to go up north. The lands he was born in many years ago now. Where he started his journey through the dynamic roads of life.

And in this evening he found himself in the Sparse Pines, where his original pack used to be. One that father ruled..where he was a prince. One who could had been a king. But well, life seemed to want him somewhere else, or start from the bottom to learn and climb back up and be a more capable leader. But only the future will tell how that went. He walked through the pines, his red big frame sustained against the green and brown landscape. His silver eyes rested on a contemplative expression.

"Speech"