What Side Of the Cage Your On

A Warm Place - Nine Inch Nails

It was pleasant outside, at least to the brown furred desert brat of a wolf that padded his way along. Something was nagging at the back of Newol's mind in the weakening light. He liked this land. And thus far, he'd liked every wolf here that he'd met. This place was a very nice land. A good strong place to make a home in. But was it really his time to find a home. He had no mate, and was still young. The brute was only just a young adult. He still had a lot of playful youth left in him. Though, he swore that he would hold on to that for as long as he possibly could.

When he found the cave, curiosity wouldn't allow him to turn it down. Making his way inside, light flooding in from behind him, a sense of aw washed over him at what he saw inside. Polished stone and water caused a very dim light to reflect all across the inside of the cave in a dull blue green color. Stepping in deeper into the cave, he stepped into the pool of water that had been trapped inside. Then he waded in to the shallows of the water, it coming up past his ankles. Looking up at the walls around him, he found a very humble feeling was washing over him. It had been awhile sense he'd last prayed to the God that his mother and father had raised him to know.

Lowering his head and closing his eyes, he found himself thanking the figure for having made it this far, and for all the people that had gotten him here. His parents who had raised him, and told him to run away from the desert and find a better place that he could thrive it, and for the other young rebellious hearts that had charged across the sands with him. Weather he liked it or not, we all had to stop running eventually.