Hushed Willows No I never really panicked

Ephraim wasn't settling in to Elysium as well as he would have liked. He kept to himself, speaking little to the pack's native residents. He spent too much time in his mind, fleeing the ghost voices that still sometimes taunted him. Asleep or awake, he relived those moments at inconvenient times. He couldn't seem to find a break from it all, so he allowed it to affect his social life and physical health as well, and seemed to deteriorate little by little.

That wasn't to say the residents were mistreating or neglecting him; he simply wasn't open to their efforts just yet. Eventually hunger and thirst would reach him and he would have to take care of his needs. He was doing that today, on a warm spring afternoon with only a few clouds in the sky. He slunk through the haven, head bowed lightly in search of water.

For @Ariel