Emberwood wondered, then, what freedom meant

It was a restless eve;

the ashen prince scrambled through the growing sleet, his breath shaken like the earth in the past quakes, his feeling fleeting him like the feint and surely frightened herds that escaped its deathly grasp. The compromised, feint orc somewhat saw through his third eye, while his mortal orbs slumered with his drooping heart. He had lost his will, he was empty.

His nightmares had been growing stronger. He has not slept, even for a meager hour. It had finally caught him. His mind was leaving him.

Then there it was. A unsuspecting coyote. Near his borders. There. No, no it couldn't. He didn't care if it was a safe lengths away from the territory, nothing would come to harm his people. Ever since the death of the stranger who had been drowned, killed, anyhting non-wolf like was definitely not allowed near his family.

Family. It was his family. 

The male alomst hissed at the sight. His fur was unkept, and so were his teeth. ha bolted for the coyote, determined to chase it back to hell if he had to. Furiously, drooling, barking, spiting in its direction. Pure ire consumed him.