Swiftcurrent Creek I walked alone

Arric shifted and moved through the pack lands. Marking trees, dirt. Digging claws across the ground and everything in between. There was a lazy air to his movements. Languid and soft. He was simply enjoying the walk, while keeping his mind active and body doing what it must.

He stopped to watch as the sun rose, splashing colors around the lands, until it too faded into the backdrop of gray and wintery clouds. he frowned. He preferred warmer months, despite his coat color. The winter always filled him with great melancholy.

He shook his head and found a quiet place to meditate. The thoughts he was having, were not welcome. So he took a deep breath in, breathed out. Stood still with eyes closed. Emptying his mind. He lifted one leg, standing still on three, inhale......exhale.