Maybe i can give you

The rain buffeted down, making the air humid as the man walked along the edges of the large volcano. Had life really come to settle as it had. Though, as he stood here he had to do a lot of thinking. For the future of his people, would they really have to see a side of him he did not want to show. Quelt wondered this, and he honestly wanted to believe the world was a utopia. But one way or another, life would throw him for a loop. The only thing he could do was be kind when it was needed, be loyal, a strange to others, but still have the strength to.protect those who could not protect themselves. What scared him was failure, and yet here he stood feeling like a fool as the rain soaked his fur. But it relaxed him as well.

Quelt sighed looking up at the sky as the rain hit his face. His wounds had finally healed, but all of them leaving scars upon his body. His left shoulder, right wrist and middle of his chest marked for the rest of his life. The blackmailed walker stopped and sat down. Could the gods tell him what to do perhaps, could he lead anyone on the right path. He wanted to be the teacher everyone desired, he wanted to be the friend the broken deserved. To heal those who needed it, but that took a lot of work. Quelt was already painfully aware of that with the children he had raised.