shake it off

Kieran trotted along the borders his large mahogany body moving with the grace and nobility bred within it's recesses. He didn't really realize it, had never realized. He was just Kieran O'Malley, the second son of a King and Queen. He had loved being the second son, had hated the thought of the responsibility his brother had. He knew long ago that he would have not done well as a leader. He was more a warrior and vagabond, preferring to be in the fray and not worried about if he died what would happen to his pack. No that was solely his brother's right, but now there were none. All of them gone, lost to Kieran's most hateful enemy, as was Kiva. He shuddered softly and continued on, his green eyes dark with sadness. Fall was on of her favorite seasons, she loved all the colors, perhaps that was what his problem was of late.

He found that as he moved along, he was itching to go out and do something. If he stayed here among this pack doing nothing, he very well may lose his mind. He needed a task, a journey something to tear up the nervous energy that threatened to overtake his grief stricken soul. Something that he could strive for, something he could do to take his mind off of Kiva, and his family.

As he jogged he happened to notice another wolf from the pack and he chuffed quietly. He didn't like to speak too much anymore, well actually never had. However, it was worse now. No one here spoke his home language, and most did not understand him anyway when he did speak in their common tongue.