Shadewood little bit of lead

He lied by the water, staring at the moss-covered rocks on the other side but not really seeing them. He felt like every bit of his energy was being siphoned away by some unknown force, leaving him a lump of useless flesh on the ground. Even if he had the energy to be concerned about his complete lack of motivation, he wouldn't be; this was something that had plagued him often since escaping from his prison and returning to the wilds. He knew all he could do was let it run its course and wait for his energy to return. He supposed he could fight through it maybe, if he really had to, but that seemed exhausting; everything seemed exhausting. 

The day was cool, and a breeze moved through his coat, lifting the ends a little as it moved. He could hear birds, running water, and the scurrying of animals across the forest floor--all things going on about their day, fulfilling their basic needs of survival; all except for the sad heap of wolf frozen in time while the world moved on around him.