7 Days to the Wolves (Helios)

Ven had been careful where to place his paws as his eyes stayed focused on his path ahead of him. He was not the mindless brute he once was as he gained his freedom back in small steps and even smaller leaps. Part of him, in the back of his mind, nagged at him indignantly that he would find himself in harm?s way more often than if he found someone to order him around for the rest of his life. However, the newfound spirit had a different theory on the matter. The new spirit in him believed he needed to take charge like the man he was supposed to be and so that was what the light and dark grey man would try to do.


His paws carried him through the Bay, his eyes scanning the surroundings for something, anything. He took a calming breathe as he found his way up to the waters and he began to drink from them. The cool liquid felt good against his tongue. The harsh winter winds plowed past him, sending a chilling shake up his spine before he sought out a place to rest, even if just for the evening when he found a small cave that could house him for the night. He gazed out of the cave and thought to himself about his future. Would he ever take a mate and reproduce? Would he perhaps find a way to join a pack, perhaps he should seek one out. He wasn?t really sure where he was supposed to be anymore.



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