Just Sleep

The past few days had been hard for the young brute. He was trying the best that he could, but the stresses and strains that now were a part of his life where something he was still having to adjust to. It was funny actually. He had been so used to being a Rouge and now it was hard. Now that he wanted a pack, his home was gone. This was made no easier by the fact that the one who had done this to him had been a wolf that he had once liked. Newol didn't like the way things sat. He didn't want to be the one who conducted things. But now, if Valhalla, his Valhalla, was to rise again... It would be his paws that did the leg work. He always figured that he would find home. But now it looked as if he was going to have to make home. Somehow. And that is why he had come here to these caves again. Ones he had meet a beautiful she wolf here, in what now felt like a dream of a past life. Tired paws crossed cold stone as he remembered. It had been so simple then. Life was happy and welcoming. Now he sat staring down a dangerous road with no clue what awaited him down it. This wasn't how his story was supposed to go, damnit, he thought to himself. He was just a whispwhisp of a much bigger picture. Just a stray trace of the chapters of Zaraidd. None of that glory was supposed to be his to earn. He wasn't even supposed to be a Zaraidd anymore. He'd been adopted. He had a new last name now. Adravendi. But none the less he faced something of that scale. And history would demand he act accordingly. But the scope of it all, that is what sat on him so heavily. Though it was mid day, he hadn't found sleep in hours and hours. Finding same pool from before, the one with the stone bottom and tranlusant water in the dim cavern system, he laid down. But his head remained up. So much to think ad out as he calmly looked out at the water. He found himself wondering. What path shall I take? Conquerer, or Builder?