Hideaway Strath A vulture in a suit and tie

He'd dropped into another of his...slumps. That familiar feeling of a weight clenching his fur and dragging him down, forcing him to carry it around day and night.
He should be happy. His wife and children were healthy and growing but...he couldn't help but feel an emptiness.
He brought food to them, but he didn't want to play, wasn't as curious as he thought he'd be.
Keen and Ronnie... they plagued his mind but he had no desire to find them. Not anymore. How could he?

He sucked on his tongue. He needed to let go because he could see what it was doing to Arlette...brave, strong Arlette. A soft rain pattered the strath. He wandered. He should talk to Kynareth. Anyone really. He'd been so reserved.

Perhaps he felt a lack of purpose. There was nothing to protect his family from, his pack. It was so quiet tucked away here. Maybe he wasn't as ready to settle as he thought he would be.
His unkempt fur was soaked through, the dirt running from it now. Arlette tried to keep his spirits up but he made her focus on their - ...her?...no, he had to step his shit up - their children.
Otherwise, what else could he do?