Little bits and pieces, falling to the corners

Determination filled his every pawstep as the fallen prince wandered around with a cause to find a new home after his old one was taken from him by force. His emerald green eyes fell into focus on the willow trees that surrounded him as he walked around the forest, the floor still wet from melting snow. Damon took a deep breathe, looking for something or anything to show signs of other wolves. Every once in a while he would run into periods of isolation in which he met no wolves, saw no wolves, conversed with no wolves and they would drive him insane. He was a sociable man and the silence deafened him.

The tawny man's fur blew slightly in it's longish state. He felt the breeze as a warm sign of spring. The winter had not been kind to him but he had survived and now the small prey were returning. These facts made him smile as he attempted to forget about his falling out with his brothers and the betrayal of his uncle to the Crown of the Brotherhood. "O patrui die reddes." The words came softly out of his maw in the tone of the ancient language.

Long live the king.