We All Have To Stop Running.

Wake - Linkin Park

The brown brute made his way through the tall trees. He made his way along with a big grin and a heart bursting with joy. The shine still hadn't worn off that here he stood. He walked along the forest floor with a happy energy to his step, with head held high and ears forward. The sunlight was just starting to fill the sky as dawn began to creep it's way into the world. The air was crisp and calm, and the earth was warm ad the dim light of morning crept to. This had the makings to be a good day. Waking up in this good a mood, he knew it was going to be a good day.

But then, Newol had a lot to be happy about. The fact that he was here now, in this green forest, meant that much. He'd made his mind that he was going to stay in this land. It was where he belonged after all. He'd decided that. His whole young life had been spent running. Not from anything, but rather, because he'd been told to. His parents had told him to run from the desert he'd been born in, and run as fast and hard as he could, and escape it before it grabbed hold of him and trapped him in it. Run and leave and find a lively place where he could thrive and live and be so much more then he could have in the sands. And here he stood.

He'd already met a handful of wolves in this land, and knew well that there where packs around him. But he didn't know anything about the packs yet. Didn't trust any of them. And joining a pack was a commitment, so if he was to do something like that, he wanted to make the right choice. So for now, he stuck to his woods. Just happy to be here. He'd made it some where better, like his mother had told him to. Running had become such a part of him by this point, and now he didn't have to do it anymore. It was refreshing.