For the Sake of Sanity

( For @Enya because I promised. Takes place before pack tryout, off Noctisardor Bypass border)


Pretty little lady, come on around,
Shout your name to the entire town.
Dance it up, and slam em down,
But whisper it, to me.

The same country song, one he knew his mother said Xandir, his father, once sang to her, when they first met.
Before he killed her.

Shaking his woodied mane, the hessian, Adair, tried to shake the morbid thoughts from his head, but for once, they refused to leave him. The pleads. The snarls. The unexplained scratches and bite marks. Missing patches of fur on her body. Her constant limping she tried to hide.

Her death.
Then his.

He bit down on the bottom of his lip, until the splash of copper salted crimson lavished itswlf on his coarse tongue.
And like that, it was gone. He was back to his calm and collected self.
He continued padding down the side of the luscious grassy knoll that was a few miles out from pack lands.
Adair knew he was seeking a bit of solitude, just a bit. For his emotional, or psychological reasons, he didnt know, but the 4 year old brute found a smidge of seclusion from reality at the base of an elm that hung its branches with pride.
He sat on his silked haunches, and lowered himswlf down, without even checking for any nearby souls.