Ocean's Breath Plateau Don't tell Dad the babysitter's dead

@Towhee


Rolayne hadn't remembered when the hunt was supposed to start. He didn't follow time like the others seemed to. He ran to the beat of his own drum, drifting where the wind took him. He was off early this morning with the rising of the sun, and returned a couple hours later to the den, a thick stick within his jaws. 

He searched the area for his Dad and brother, but neither seemed to be here. He made no nevermind of this, though, since he was fine with being on his own ever since they came to this territory. He didn't want to be here. This wasn't home to him. But, he also didn't want to leave his Dad and brother, either. He was a young child, torn without knowing how to deal with his emotions. 

He laid down a few feet from the den's entrance, the thick, short stick placed between his paws, and went to work on chewing it down. His brain never seemed to stop, even when his body periodically needed a rest. Even as he chewed, his mind was working on what he would do once he grew bored with this.