where do my interests lie?

Vitus was...exhausted. Not physically, no, despite how little of actual rest he seemed to be getting, but he was exhausted emotionally. He didn’t know where he stood anymore, didn’t know where his place was in this pack, or even if their family was stable. He was exhausted of feeling frustrated, angry. It wasn’t so much that he knew what he was mad about, infact that was the most of it. He was nearly clueless as to why he was upset, as to why he was feeling such tension around. Was it that they didn’t belong here, or rather, they were unwelcomed here? No, he was sure that wasn’t it. Amalia was welcomed, and even the...alpha, or whatever her title was, he wasn’t sure, seemed to accept him. Then, what was it? With a gravelly growl he trotted through the trees, exploring the grove that he had come to accept was his home. He had taken it a lot easier than the rest of his brothers had, he assumed. It wasn’t like him to get attached to a packland, he just knew he missed the snow that he had grown up in because that’s where he felt more comfortable, and there was less tension. But maybe that was a lie too. With a shake of his head he squinted his eyes through the morning light, clearing his throat just slightly. It felt like sandpaper, and he constantly had the taste of acid and copper at the back of his throat. Perhaps that’s why he was frustrated too...Oh, it was so exhausted. He sighed softly and moved to sit beneath a pine, his bright eyes staring down at the ground beneath him. This was hard, this emotion thing...

"Burn Baby Burn"