Morningside Cuesta Yeah you can start over you can run free

@Hawthorn? :)

Kieran had strayed a little bit away from the others. It wasn't that he didn't like them, or didn't want to be around them; he just needed some space. The boy was trying to fight these emotions that coursed through him. Fear for the coming days, pain for his losses, determined to find his sister, and a longing to fit in. Oftentimes, he would sit alone in silence, simply thinking. Sometimes it was comforting to be on your own - sometimes the quiet sounds of nature were well needed in times such as this.

Things had moved fast - one minute he was safe by his family's side (including his mother and sister), and the next his mother was dead, his sister missing, and his home gone. For the second time. And now here he was, thrust into a completely new pack with strangers and wolves he did not yet trust.

The boy sighed and rested his head on his paws, watching as the bright moon rose up in the sky. The stars sparkled and for a while, Kieran wondered what it would be like to be a star. Watching from above, free from the drags of life and alive with hope and dreams. The former hier shifted his gaze to a blooming flower. Again, he contemplated what it would be like. To be pretty and admired, to be surrounded by friends and family like this flower was. 

What had his life come to now? Was this what Hawthorn had to go through each and every day? Did he feel like Kieran did toward the rest of the pack? Perhaps they had more in common than he originally thought.