Moonspear Rush in, we have to rally and win boys

The idea that somehow, his own worth would never be enough, had slipped into Gannet's mindset, and it mulled there, a ghost whispering as he went about his usual duties. The anxiety this produced had slimmed him some; he was eating, but not as regularly as perhaps he should be, and he moved with an uncharacteristic listlessness.

Perhaps it was only a slump he'd get out of, but if so, he saw no reason to now, because nothing was really speaking against that intrusive voice that spoke down. It was as though his mind were finally beginning to take in a lifetime of experiences, and just now sort through... every friendship, and each departure.

He'd always been a logical and methodical thinker, and so as he dithered, his mind dwell on ways to be somehow better. Was he happy? Or did he need to change? If so, how? Why?

His mind was a mess slowly putting to order as he loped along the mountain's southern ridges, down and scouting for any sign of prey.