Bearclaw Valley windes blast and weder strong

he could not sleep. he paced across the open land of the valley, bathed by moonlight, the stars twinkling off his emerald gaze. he looked to them, stopping, and wondered. . .

aap yahaan hai, pitaji?

surya hadn't intended to speak aloud, but the whisper escaped him nonetheless. grief, sudden and heavy, took him unawares, and he sank onto his haunches. thought of howling some mournful song, then realized he was alone no longer. that any cry would disturb the wolves of ursus.

ursus. so this was to be his fresh start.

he was full of regret in this moment, pining for his father, his littermates. . .even his mother, damn her, who'd caused all this strife. pined for his family, and the peace they'd once provided. he thought he may never know that peace again.

perhaps here. . .but no. these wolves were different from the ones he'd known; the bear-cult would offer no peace. maybe, though, there'd be peace in the change.

help me.