Moonspear I can't light no more of your darkness

It was official he was a pack wolf. He wore the title like an ill fitting cloak. But he was willing to hurt a little to form and grow into it. He liked it here. He could offer his skills to those for a meaning though honestly he wasn't sure anymore if his trades were even worth anything to others. 

It was alright though. He liked himself enough for everyone else. He slipped and shimmied through thr mountain. His own steps a dance to it's own drum. He wound his way to the very edge and stood at the edge staring down. The wind buffeting him, but he felt alive.

@Keen