Northstar Vale bottomless vales and boundless floods

Routine was the best way which the blue-eyed alpha managed the gravity of his new role. Each new day provided him with some comfort that all was going well a voice in the back of his mind stoked his fear and reassured him that something bad was just on the horizon. Never expressing these concerns, as Rannoch did not want to appear weak to those who had so agreed in following him, he often brushed the thoughts aside for another time, abandoning his fear for farrier thoughts. Time would only tell what would happen if he kept these thoughts buried for too long, but, for now, he seemed to be faring well with this process. 

On this particular day, Rannoch was not handling well with the stressed that often caught up to him. For a majority of the day, keeping himself in isolation, Rannoch had been upon the borders with only his self-doubting thoughts. Though it wasn't the healthiest of companions, Rannoch kept it close in his brief excursion and dwelled almost obsessively over the subject matter. it as he gently sniffed the puddle that he had just made.

All seemed well upon the borders; no smells seemed out of place, and it was at least with this reassurance that the weight of his worries lifted slightly. Satisfied in this, as it was a small light to combat the darkness that plagued his mind, Rannoch turned from his marking with a spring in his step and, as he often did, used the fuel of his victory to extinguish his dark thoughts.