Firefly Glen And a Song Well-Sung is a Sung-Well Song So Sing

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It wasn't Gawain's fantasy, this.
   It was far from it. So far from it, in fact, that Gawain thought perhaps he'd never felt more grounded in reality. He had had dreams when he'd realized they weren't going to accomplish the mission. He had thought, perhaps, that it was finally his time to rise anew, start clean- with Mauri of course. He could get her to let go of whatever sick, brainwashed idea of fulfillment they had planted in her head. They could find a territory and settle down, he could work on training @Mauri in self-defense, learn about the herbs growing in these lands and start growing his knowledge on medicinal plants. Life could be good. 

This was not that. This was quite the opposite, in fact. Instead of settling down like he had hoped desperately to do, Gawain was as far off from Mauri as he'd ever been, and actively on the move. When Mauri had first suggested that he scout ahead and fucking leave her behind, he had immediately protested. However, it became more clear as time had gone on that Mauri had had some good points; it would allow him to get a better idea of where they were, to find good rest spots for their journey, and to figure out which places (or packs) they should avoid- along with the fact that there was no way the girl would've budged. So, as much as Gawain hated to validate his sister's stubborness, he had agreed to leave her behind on the agreement that she would not stray an inch from where he had left her at a hidden spot beside the lake- he could only pray that she'd keep her word. 

At the moment, Gawain had never regretted something more. He had burrs in his fucking tail, he had no clue where the fuck he was still, and at the moment the young wolf found himself completely lost in his thoughts- he was hardly being helpful scouting. Get it fucking together Gawain just,the white-headed yearling loosed a rumbling snarl, stopping in his tracks and whipping around to tug at the fur in his tail. Ugh fucking- Burrs! He spit out the tack-like plant, teeth bared and eyes slightly wild. He fucking hated plants. Fuck studying botany. Fuck it all.