Swiftcurrent Creek And Echoed in the Wells Of Silence

Backdating to July 10th, his birthday :D

Another Year. Arric had to take a deep breath. Again he whispered to himself. Another year. He had survived another year without his dad. Another year on his own. Another year filled with trials and tribulations and he had done his best to rise above.

The dark shadow moved wraithlike through the pack lands. Though he loved his pack and he loved his pack mates. Today he felt melancholy and he hated this day with a passion. The day he was born and yet. It saddened him. For it was the day his mother grew weak and sick and eventually it took her. It was his fault. The day his father had laid down his life mere weeks before Arric turned 3. 

He stared at his face in the river and felt disgust and sadness burn it's way in his guts. He sighed and shook his head. No he wouldn't let it get him not today. He couldn't let it get him anymore, but gods he missed his dad.