Goof Off

The sun was mid way through the sky, the day was passing by, and all was well with the world right now. At least in Newol's world right now. He was trying his best to adapt to the pack life, but it still was something that wasn't particularly him. He hated having someone have rank over him. From the time he'd left his mother's womb, Newol had been in charge of his own destiny, and now he had to take orders. It wasn't horrible, it was just a difficult change. So today he had taken time out for himself and retreated to the woods that he loved so much. There hadn't been trees like this where he'd been born. He was a mutt from the desert. And no matter of royal blood and high pedigree that he bared would change the fact that that was the way he viewed himself. A mutt. So as he walked along the forest trees, he just did his best to put everything from his mind. He was a young man now, so it would all eventually click and everything would line up. There was nothing he believed he could not overcome, so this was just another trial in the endless quest to find out exactly where he fit in the grand scheme of the world. It was all just noise. It was all just noise and would all be over soon. So for now, he blocked his ears and walked among the trees.