Sun Mote Copse There is no Happiness

Artok traveled from the borders. His mind on far reaching things. More than anything on Arlette and her family. And the lack of his own. He had lost so many so young, and it had hardened him. Made him mean. But he had survived hadn't he. Look at him now, a man of 9. But he had nothing to say of it.

There were no pups that called his name, no children of his own. Not that he had wanted any children, but he wondered briefly. If this is really all there was. To be lonely at times, though you had your age. He just wasn't sure.