Wapun Meadow do you ever feel like the only one?

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Awol had found his way back to the meadow, where he'd met a man a few days or so earlier. Awol snorted at the memory. He could not believe he was so desperate for friends and people to take care of him, he'd been taught better. His nightly hauntings had increased, and he felt awfully anxious and tired. The boy felt like he was going a bit crazy sometimes. 

He had traveled quite a ways away form the marsh, where numbers were growing. Awol applauded Ibis for taking refugees into her home, perhaps because she was so lonely. They were not pack though, not yet anyways. The thought made him delighted. To start a new pack in the wilds would be legacy worthy, something to prove himself to...well himself. He didn't need his family anymore, he could make it. Awol put newfound energy into his trot. 

Susprisingly enough, the recurring nightmares had made him tired, yes, but also more annoyed and hateful of his family in a way. Weirdly, it made him more determined to show them that he wuld get stronger, and then whatever threats they made — would be met.

He yawned. I still wish they would go away though, so I can sleep for once.

He shook himself and sniffed the air. He was on a personal scouting mission, to find new members for their half-pack. He hoped Ibis wouldn't mind, but he couldn't turn down a opprutunity to create and be a part of one. Perhaps after he'd brought more friends for her, she would see it would only make sense the gathering rag tags should make a real group — a real pack in the wilds.

He quickly averted his attention to the bright orange form in the flowers. It was another loner. He assessed them. Probably always lost to a game of hide and seek, he laughed to himself, and proceeded with a gentle and calm countenance.

"You're not very good at not standing out," he mused.