Remember who I am in the morning

It had felt like a life time ago that he had been so far north, a nightmare better left forgotten. He still couldn’t bring himself to venture as far as the pines, the memory of which was enough to make him glance over his shoulder, expecting to find the albino monster stalking towards him. So it was instead that his wandering paws moved Soren towards the peak, water tumbling down its side.

The boy lounged beside the pool of water, surrounded by foliage that made the area feel more like the southern parts of the continent than the north, which helped with his anxiety. He sighed, lids sliding closed over hazel eyes. When was the last time he had made contact with another wolf? It had been at least a season and though he could remember the celestial pair perfectly everything else about them was fuzzy.

He would never admit it but a part of him missed his brother, missed knowing that there was a wolf out there who had his back. Kismet had chosen a stranger and Soren had chosen isolation… was he really any happier for it? Paws pillowed his head as he forced himself to push those thoughts from his mind. He had made his bed, and he would lie in it; even if it hurt.