Hideaway Strath What if what you do to survive

Artok moved restlessly about the pack lands. He filled caches, urinated on the borders, but he could not stop the restlessness of his soul. He had always been this way, but it was growing worse again. He didn't want to leave, but he wanted something more. Something to strive for, something to do.

His limp was heavy as it always was, and for a moment he absolutely loathed his body, and he briefly thought of the wolf that had done this all those years ago, when he was barely out of his den. Yes he would forever remember her.

He bent his nose to the ground and began to sniff out a game trail. If he could do nothing else, he would hunt.