Sleepy Fox Hollow damn the dark, damn the light

Cenric had been out traveling for so long, and yet he didn’t feel the least bit of tired. Even when he sat, he didn’t rest completely. Perhaps he was weary before, but he was alert in the moment. The reasoning had yet to be uncovered.

The King would brush it off for now, and smile. What any other pack would do, I suppose. Live and thrive. Nothing unique at first glance. What set them apart from the rest was their relationship with the High Elk. They were closer to him, and thus better off in this world. One would be tempted to go on and on about their glorious god, but Cenric was not one of them. He wasn’t Calhoun, and he wouldn’t dare share that information with someone like Clarence. It was blasphemous.

What about your previous pack? Did you live and thrive like the rest of us, or is there more to it?