From Little Seeds Grow Mighty Trees

The young male made his way to the nearby woods, the mountains constant shadow looming over the lands everyday often got tiresome for him, and it seemed that was where the majority of the pack liked to be. Though he hadn't taken the opportunity to meet each one, he felt it was hard for him to do so. The young male found himself quite...unsocial, and recently the strange voice in his head had come back. And just like the time he tore apart the porcupine, he had torn apart a young fawn until it remained a bloody, unrecognizable mess. That voice scared him. He didn't know what it was or why it was there, but he could feel the whispers getting louder.

Trying to clear his head and calm his racing heart, Cloud took to the nearest branches and climbed until he was a few tail lengths above the snow. He hadn't told Ty about this...voice. Didn't know if his brother would believe him. He feared that if he did, his brother wouldn't trust him anymore. He'd probably be an outcast, and he already had been back in Abaven...he didn't want to go back to that lonely feeling again.

"SPEAK"