Qeya River but i hear them now, inhale the clarity

Since his arrival Kekoa had felt unsure of many things. Unsure of if he should stay, unsure if he was welcome, and certainly unsure of whether or not he was a fraud.

Now he found himself pacing along the territories edge, tail low and ears inclined. He had plenty on his mind, he needed something to clear it.

A good run perhaps, or a successful hunt. Anything to boost his morale.