Bearclaw Valley a homesickness for a home that never existed

@Scarlett when you have the time? :)

Raziel had taken to sleeping next to the river that was the main source of water for Bearclaw Valley wolves, he knew some of the wolves were finding dens or making dens to serve as their sleeping place or home or whatever but the Roman knew it wasn't for him. So he simply slept on the grassy field that surrounded the river, it wasn't actually bad, he enjoyed the wind in the fur and the feeling of being in the open. Reminded him of the mountains, he supposed. It also helped if there were ever intruders into the valley, though he sincerely doubted it. The main entrance to Bearclaw was very hard to find, and if even he thought that, it meant it was seriously hard to find.

Dawn was arriving and Raz sat up, watching silently as the sun rose up slowly. Lost in his own thoughts, he drifted off into his own world knowing that soon he would need to start working. Hunting, guarding the pack, interacting with his packmates. Dawn and dusk were the only few moments when he could concentrate and think about his own problems.