The Swaying Grasses

Thaddeus Rogue was,well lounging. It had been such a long time since this male had taken time to just lay down and ponder the direction his life has taken. Was he happy with the constant wandering? Now that he seen his brothers lovely mate, his sisters new puppies; was he, the loner, the rogue, happy with what his life had become? Thaddeus Rogue had nothing to show for, his life had been nothing more than faces that he only met in passing, he had made no lasting relationships in the past four years, hell he could not even count how many different wolves he had seen in his life; how many packs he had spent time with. But with all the lives he had met over the years how many where touch by his prescience? He could probably count them on one paw alone, so few of the wolves he met actually meant anything to him and he to them...

Thaddeus Rogue shifted, the quickly yellowing grasses soft under his duel colored fur. Maybe this was why he did not spend time to himself, he was such a downer sometimes. But Rogue can not help himself, his life was crap, he had done nothing other than run from himself; all his life Rogue had been running from his failures, all his life he had been avoiding the reason for his first departure, all his life he had done NOTHING!

The lanky brute got to his paws then, a deep frown etched into his muzzle. Why did he feel like such a loser? Yes his home had been the trail and yes he had seen more wolves then ten separate ones, but he had done good things in his life, right? He had seen packs through a harsh winter with his hunting skills alone, he had been able to see that year's pups into the next, but why did he still feel.... So empty? With all the lives he helped in his journey, why does it feel to him time wasted? WHY DAMN IT!?

Thaddeus Rogue sat on his rump, his fur shifting in the light breeze of the day. His head was down, and his body just showing the signs of the depression gripping his soul. He saw his brother, the love that he held with her, he looked at his sister, and watched as she played with her young her mate watching with a tender loving smile. Yes Rogue knew why he felt like he had done nothing in the four years he was on the move, he had no family to show for it. Yes he had his brothers and sister, but they where not always in his life. Thaddeus Rogue needed someone that was his companion, ah but not everyone could live like he does, and he lived on the move; never in one place longer than a season or two... Not all wolvens could live like that, and he was beginning to understand why...