Stone Circle you'll want all my broken parts, they complete my puzzle nonetheless

Awol's eyes almost betrayed him as he finally arrived to scent border. The sky was cloudy and grey. The young loner shivered. He was used to a somewhat full den with his littermates and caretaker, hunched up together. Even though his goal was to abandon his past life with his family, even the memories of foul, scalding breath and bitter snapping, and threads of curses could be reminisced. He could even argue it made him stronger and kinder than any other young wolves. 


He shook himself, the cold settling in firmly now. Call it melancholic, but he waited for the numbness to begin. He cleared his throat with a few forced coughs, and pointed his head up to the sky. The moon radiation it's milky white light on his figure, he released a howl to notify any wolves in the area.

That Awol was near.