The Sunspire it gains the more it gives.

Summer wasn't generally a very social creature, but when it really came down to it, that was not for lack of want. Deep down inside, the boy wanted nothing more than to have friends and family, someone that he allowed himself to hold close to his heart without fear or anxiety. But at that young age, Little Levi saw that as an impossibility. The medical issues that ailed him were far too unrelenting. Until he was free of such a plague, he didn't see how he could ever have anything like a true or happy relationship.

But that didn't mean he wasn't willing to have relationships that never punctured the surface. And that was what he was doing in The Sunspire. He saw no reason why his inability to have a happy life meant that he couldn't have any sort of life at all. So, he had decided on a life of dedication--to pack, to packmates, and to serving them in any way that he could. And still... there was that miniscule longing. That tiny ounce of hope that seemed only to make everything that much more difficult; that much more painful.

Summer walked quietly along the edge of the territory. It was nearly twilight, but he didn't feel tired at all. He didn't sleep all that often anymore, just doggedly worked himself to the bone doing whatever he possibly could to keep himself distracted from his own emotions.

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