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Voltage was...restless. Then again, was he ever not? He couldn’t entirely remember a time when he wasn’t moving, when his paws were twitching. Well, no, that was wrong as well. There were moments when he stood still, moments when he could merely stand there and not move a muscle. But that was often due to his emotions rampaging. So, no, it wasn’t a lie. He was always moving, but sometimes he just wasn’t physically moving. But regardless of all that, Voltage was restless, physically and emotionally. So what did he do when he was restless? Mostly, he ran. Voltage found that the quicker his paws pushed against the earth, the most his muscles worked and his body moved his mind cleared. His thrumming energy became more manageable in these moments. But it was only a quick fix, a temporary thing, and when he stopped moving Voltage would once more find himself restless. Perhaps it was due to the instability of their life, how this last year has set them all into turmoil. Voltage thrived off rules and order, because it allowed him to focus. He had too many days where he didn’t have anything to do, aside from spending time with his siblings of course. He missed the life of a stable family. He longed for the pack life, knowing he had duties, where he could train for a position and use his energy to protect those he loved.

But that didn’t change what was happening now, did it. He continued to move as his clear mind wound through his problems and his attempts at fixing them. A pack life would be wonderful, but he couldn’t bare to think of anyone else leading his siblings. He couldn’t give up his position, his lot in life, to another who he hardly knew. He had to secure their safety and their happiness, and he couldn’t possibly allow another to do that. Aswell, he doubted Sere would listen to anyone above her that wasn’t her siblings, and he knew the others could be restless as well. They had grown accustomed to their life of freedom and sibling led rule.

He continued to muse as he ran, finally feeling the burning effects of the activity. It was only then that he began to take notice at where he was, what was happening around him. Pulling in a deep breath to heal his aching lungs, he slowed to a gentle trot, storm colored eyes gazing around at the rock that seemed to almost spring about around him. It was at times like these that he felt his breath failing him, and he would grin so brightly. This place, it certainly seemed to be like magic. He hummed softly as he walked, eyes gazing around. All of his attention was on the beautiful craftsmanship of the ruins that he didn’t notice a very caved in section until he found himself falling head first into a slanted, three foot deep hole, landing with a loud thud and a surprised yelp.