Redsand Canyon My time is running low

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He was tired of being battered around.
Having to patrol everyday, feeling like he has no time to rest. No time to let up.
There were so many pack matters to deal with - when they would eat, new recruits, caches, borders.
It seemed all too much at first, but he'd drove himself into a rythmn.

Losing touch with the brindle man whho'd took him in in the process.
Especially since Nemisis...he seemed...distant.
Detached.

He stood outside the Warriors Heart.
He glared down the path leading into darkness. A frown fixated on his face.
"@Donovan Azura," he barked out. The sound echoing around the pathways that made up their densite
He would not take no for an answer tonight.
Not when he'd been browsing for so long.