Mama...

 Vitus missed his mothers. How many times did he had that thought? Vitus missed his family. He missed them. And yet it seemed his patterns seemed to continue. He would miss them, get as reacquainted as he could, promise to help them and protect them..and then he'd wander away again in his nerves to get stronger. He'd often lie awake at night, terrified that he wasn't enough for them. It wasn't something he liked to discuss, he didn't want to show this vulnerability to his brothers. But perhaps they knew it already, with how much he wandered off. He wasn't enough, yet, and he was terrified to his core (even if he couldn't name it) that he would fail them when it really counted. His one and only fight he had lost...terribly. And perhaps he was just a young child at the time, but he still felt the sting from that failure. With a deep breath he meandered through the forest. That was the only word that could describe his slow movements. He meandered. With a swish of his tail he watched as his paws pressed against the ground before he would push forward, as if trying to make his pawsteps stick to the ground, to show his trail. He needed more weight, he needed more strength....he needed more.

With a gentle sigh he lifted his eyes and gazed around. In the time he spent in his skull he had managed to circle their den in several circles that seemed to get larger and larger. It wasn't training, it was more a nervous habit. He didn't necessarily have a place here, yet. It was unknown yet whether the tension he felt was due to them being unaccepted here, or if it was something else. Regardless, he missed the snow and his old lands, missed knowing that his training was just around the corner for the pack he had known was one that liked to be strong. He knew there that if he showed his strength he could easily secure himself a position that put him at a spot to protect his pack and his family. And here...he wasn't so sure. His faith was flimsy, yet he still had some optimism. Mama Ama seemed very happy here, and he hoped his brothers were settling in just fine. He took a second, pausing in his steps, to realized that he didn't know if they were because he hadn't been here. With an aggravated sigh and a curl of his lips, he moved again, this time his paws slamming against the ground angrily as he continued to move at a more determined pace...and yet he continued to circle his home, perhaps too scared and angry to venture further than their den, scared he would wander off again if he ventured too far away.

"Burn Baby Burn"