Treat me cruel

Away from the pack lands again. Why did he stray so often, spending so little time amongst his pack mates? He knew he had to Xephyris craved more than this - he craved conflict, the feeling of victory, power and a little controlled chaos. This peaceful little pack that was looking forward the the pups of their leader wasn't exactly fulfilling him. He'd bonded with none. Their interests were not his. They weren't bad wolves - in fact, they were just a little too good for him. He would try to reach out to them, to fit in, but he wasn't sure how far it would go. How long could he go in a group that had no grand ambitions?

Grumbling to himself, Xephyris moved through the strange woods slowly, not sure where he was going, or if he should just turn around and head home. At least the scenery provided some minor amusement, different than the flat tundra. The trees were oddly shaped, and almost looked climbable. He wasn't interested in trying, but he remained aware of the fact that predators could be lurking in the strangely formed branches. With a growl of frustration, the brute stopped in his tracks, willing something more interesting to happen in his life. Wasn't there anyone out there who was more like himself? Someone who wanted more than this? Life here was too easy and simple - he needed a little cruelty in his life.