Swiftcurrent Creek But my words like silent raindrops fell

It wasn't often that the dark furred Beta slept in. But on this day he allowed himself this small respite. His birthday was fast approaching and though he liked where he was in life and he had very little regrets. A sense of melancholy had stolen over him. Perhaps he simply missed his father. Or perhaps the last few months no year was just catching up to him.

Finally he pulled himself from the hidden nest he'd wound his way into among the willow trees and shook the dirt from his fur. He trotted 2ith intent towards the river, meditation then border patrol a routine, a cycle. It fit well into his control.