Convinced?

Kreft approached the edge of the old disappeared river bed, he admired the layers of gleaming marble. He watched as the sun glimmered across the surface of the multicolored alabaster. It was a wonder how this even happened, but Kreft could care less about the beauty before him. His mind was on his life, he was a loner free and lawless but was that really what he wanted. Sure it allowed him to do bad things without consequences but opportunities to do so were small. When he had left his pack about a year ago he had thought that rules were only there to keep them from doing the things that they really wanted to do. Only now a year later did he know that he had liked the rules and the order that went into a pack, he had just never realized it.