Stare at the stars as if i could touch them

Stress. It wasn’t something he had felt in a long while. Life had been easy. He had grown complacent. Medusa had made life easy. Sit around, patrol the border, keep an eye on pups that dared to be unruly, and that was about it. Nothing exciting, nothing dramatic, and maybe that was made his skin crawl as of late. Even with the approach of pups that he would claim as his own, there was something… missing.

That missing puzzle piece was leading to stress. A permanent crease in his brow as he wandered toward a cavern he had only visited once more. While he wasn’t one to partake in drugs or alcohol, he had enjoyed the coziness of the cavern and its bright lighting that covered the ceiling and walls.

Beneath the surface, within the caverns, it was quiet. His paws muffled by thick moss and the drip of water silenced by muscles that bloomed in every crevice. He would continue until he found a decent sized cavern off the main pathway that appeared empty. There he was plop down upon that velvet moss and stretch out his sore leg muscles. Resting his face against a comfortable rock, Ghoul closed his eyes for a moment in hopes the stress would eventually fade away.