Wapun Meadow I of the storm

for @Clay

The previous night Valour had left the pack territory and ran. He had no idea where he was going but he couldn't stay inside. His chest heaved and breath was ragged as the thoughts flooded his mind making hours seem to pass in a blur.  After his talk with Memory and Serem he'd been plagued with restless thoughts. Vengeance mainly and how much of a monster the man truly was. The lessons he had learned from man, the ones that taught him to be cunning and cruel and murderous.  He hadn't ever wanted to become like that, he had just wanted to learn the prowess to gain the power he had been promised. Instead he'd become a monster of sorts himself who had lost the ability to remember normal things like family and friends and what nice feelings were. He only remembered people who stirred him to feel moments of warmth, of genuine care himself. Memory.... Vanity....Clay. 


Coming out of the mountains by noon time he felt his legs shaking and collapsed sighing and watching his breath cause the grass and flowers to bend and away as he struggled to get oxygen into his system. The name of his lost friend had caused a sharp gasp and an ache and even now he felt the dying sting of tears. Everyone else was there and supporting him in a way but the one he had wanted to do it for was gone. The soft kid who had trailed around after him to stay safe, the one who taught him what friendship felt like and who he had failed to keep safe in the end when Vengeance had tormented him for being Clay's friend and trying to encourage less fear in. His ears pressed back as he sighed laying flat against the ground as if trying to become one with the dirt.