What's It All For Then?

He had an assortment of things collected from nearby areas. Ravage set down a set of smaller bones from an animal unknown, along with some cured leather and a few other things he had brought from Aerie's camp. He had an idea in mind to make something that might be useful for both fighting and hunting, and the image of his would-be creation had been in his head for a few days now. He settled down beneath the willows, the sun barely breaking over the horizon. It was chilly, what with the nearby water and the warmth of the sun not yet reaching him. Things had been changing lately, and he was disappointed in both himself and the lacking presence of the Fallen God he had heard so much about from the Abraxas family. For all their preaching, not once did he see or hear the being himself. Maybe because he wasn't an Abraxas...or maybe because he just had a hard time believing such a thing. Whatever the case, he was angry that Aerie was a ghost town. For as long as they had been together, everyone mostly kept to themselves or had started to go their own way.

Nothing lasted forever though, right? So perhaps that's why he was here now. Finally looking for his own path...but he wasn't even sure where to start with that. For the last few months, he'd been taking care of his aging mother as well as helping his tiny sister. Her time was coming soon, so he was doing his best to be there for her, and found it hard to just...walk away. He sighed angrily as he began to break the bones he had into smaller pieces, sharpening them on a flat stone that he held between his forepaws.