Moonspear was i awake or was i asleep, god

The resident omega did not yet have the energy to guard his new home, to hunt for what little there might be, or to otherwise aid the pack. He slept like the dead, losing entire days only to wake in the darkness of a descending night. He was relentlessly tired, often rising with a deep thirst that nothing could quench.
But the fact he rose at all was enough.
Ty kept to himself; he mapped what he could in the dark, guided by the stars whenever possible. Comforted by those many fragments of light—wondering, as he once did before his chance of circumstance, if those he loved so dearly could see the same sky as he could. If they thought of him, missed him, or — perhaps he was just a speck of dust that they had blinked away to nothing?