Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

The greenery of the valley, that cut between the mountains, thinned out; or rather, the consistency of it changed. It went from long strands of silvered grass to clusters of dry shrubbery. The rocks never changed, though. As the slope of the earth increased, he felt his body angle and was pleased, briefly, by the view. He thought to go higher and higher - to crown himself atop this mountain - and survey all that dwell below. Yet, upon winding his way along the natural paths and finding a ridge which could support him, Lazarus also found the many, varied scents of others. The peach tones in his coat trembled as his fur began to prickle, but he was not afraid. A pack had an Alpha - and an Alpha could be usurped. So he continued his march, finding that his urge to secret himself away diminishing the closer he got to the edge of this claimed terrain - and once he had found a broad section of the mountain upon which to stage a coup (or perhaps just to rest, for he had been on his feet for weeks), Lazarus planted himself at the base of some crooked trees, raised his broad skull, and howled a baritone to the wind.