Dragoncrest Cliffs no other mind

He'd been back what- a week? A handful of weeks? The monotony of a peaceful existence suited him well. It would be short-lived, of course- give it a few more weeks and there were bound to be screaming, mewling babes around. Both his mother and his auntie carried children- there would be two litters...And with so few other wolves in the pack, it would mean that he would have to shoulder some of the responsibility. 

He hated responsibility- but he knew that if there was something he must do, he would prefer to have the choice. He knew hunting was taxing, and messy. Childcare? Completely out of the question. He wouldn't be needed as a medic, either and again- blood? Infection? Messy messy messy. 

Guardian duty seemed to be the only realistic option, and believing the pack to be established and secure, with no enemies, he felt it was probably the easiest option and declared himself a sentry. Strolling along the borders and marking was no sweat. Business as usual. Besides- it was mid-winter, the most dull time of the year. 

He was uninvested in his duties, however. It took little to distract him from patrolling and he was quick to assure himself that if he had been a part of some union, surely he'd be forced to take a break by now. 

Idly, he searched for something else to do- and found himself at least momentarily amused by the task of wedging a pebble between his toes, and then flicking his foot- in an attempt to send the pebble flying between the Y-shaped boughs of a tree along the borders of the Tangle. The pebble had to be the right size, and the flick had to be just right- and thus, be began to waste good time, flinging pebbles with middling success, through the branches of a tree.