Northstar Vale Sometimes Good things fall apart

Another Morning dawning, though overcast and slightly chilly. Reyson pulled himself from the dregs of sleep as the dawn began to rise. He lifted golden muzzle to the sky and sniffed around. He had seen many mornings like this and sometimes they brought good things and sometimes bad.

His thoughts briefly went inward as he remembered one such morning. When it had held such promise and then it had ended with broken ones. It was how it was though. With slow deliberate movements, he moved away from Meadow. he didn't wish to wake her. Though he probably would. he ducked towards the river and leapt forward as he always did. Sleep quickly leaving his mind and eyes.

Large body pulled from the water and he stretched as he continued to watch the sun rise. It was beautiful here in the vale and bitter disappointment rose upon him. That he couldn't be accepted. That they didn't trust Meadow's words of him. That was the real rub. he could have many hate him. But to have Meadow get the ire or to have Meadow upset by it. That he couldn't accept.

Though he quickly shook his head to dispel such bitterness and let the new hope of the morning wash over him.