Altar of Twilight Never had so[M]eone to call my own

Dreven shifted and moved from the wall of lights. He curled up nose down, tail around his face. He was just about to drift to sleep, when scents came across the wind. HE lifted his head, and growled again. He knew those scents and as if the gods were laughing at him, or maybe his father, here they were both again.

Itching. Pulling under his skin. He wanted to howl in fury and every thing else. He was unsure what to do with such emotions, but he did know he was tired of fighting it. And suddenly all his energy left.

He lay his head to his paws and shook his head. If they came to him so be it. He would rally and be his usual self, but he was not going to look for them outright. There was unknown emotions in this area, and he was not comfortable with them. Not to mention he was fearful he would attack this Heph on sight and that wasn't entirely fair. Not that he had ever had anything fair happen to him.