Hushed Willows But everything, it all just feels the same

Since being moved into the Crook, he’d not known what to do with himself. For so long it’d been just him, his siblings, and his mother, so for that to suddenly change had been alarming. The shock of the move had since worn away, but never had the sense of confusion, of not knowing what to do or even what he could do. Within the confusion, however, there existed happiness, which was the only thing preventing him from marching back to the den that he’d crawled out of. The joy stemmed from the fact that, since he was no longer alone with his family, he would no longer need to spend time with his mother. A change had been observed in her previously, but it hadn’t been nearly enough to wipe the slate clean. Someday, he might forget her neglect, but even when that day came his anger would still be left behind, even if he knew not what he was angry about. It would remain and it would be directed towards her, no matter what she might do between then and the present—such were his thoughts at the moment, but how accurate they would be had yet to be realized.

In the early morning, just as the sun was rising, Eros had awoken with a start. What had caused it, he couldn’t tell, and whatever he might have been dreaming about had faded from his mind almost immediately after he’d awoken. It bothered him, the not knowing, but the wraith had managed to look passed it in favour of locating something to do, having quickly discovered that he’d not be able to fall back asleep. Rather than waking another wolf in order to keep him occupied, he’d come up with something else, and thus began his attempt at sneaking away as he tiptoed around any bodies that were to be encountered on his way towards the exit.