The Sentinels Shake it out and light a cigarette

For some reason, he kept returning to the places he knew before; sometimes, he wouldn't even remember making the decision to wander there, and he would regain awareness as he stood in some place the was familiar. Like this pace--he had been here many times, and he remembered seeing the scorched forest through the eyes of the wolf he used to be. He used to think this place was eerie and mysterious, but now he felt nothing--he felt nothing all the time save for the times where he was paralyzed by a rush of memory and feelings, usually fear and pain, and the overwhelming need to survive. He shook his head, not wanting to tempt another memory out to torture his mind. The ground in front of him was partially illuminated by the the light of the moon as he began to move; it was something old him would have thought was interesting, pretty even, but the wolf padding across the seared ground now barely even noticed it except to be grateful for the help as he navigated his way through the charred trees. 

Eventually, he stopped walking and took a seat, unsure what he even wanted to do now. He didn't even know why he was here or why he had come back to Teekon. He just kind of felt like he was struggling to get through each day and make it to the next without actually living, every new day just kind of melting into the previous one. He wouldn't say it was how he wanted to move through life, but he didn't know how else to deal. He released a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging a little before he turned his gaze up to the sky; it was the one thing that looked the same now as it had before, and he was surprised to find it didn't bother him.