There were certain days that Frost felt like doing more then the average wolf and other days where all he wanted to do was sleep. He would constantly think about his past and all the atrocities that happened to him or his siblings. Nothing was ever good enough and he found that as he aged the more bitter he was becoming. He didn't know if it had to do with his loner nature and not being social with others, but it was becoming a huge issue. A issue he didn't know what to do about. Eventually he knew he would have to tackle it head on or he would end up like his father. A hateful wolf that abused and picked apart anything he came across. Even his mother was a mess, but she was more so screwed up because of the years of physical torture his father put her through. Needless to say, he was doing everything he could to try and not be like either of them. He was gruff and a bit snippy, but he had a good heart. It was one of the reasons why he ran before his siblings did.
He was the oldest so he always got the worse of it.
"Stupid thoughts.." He growled in discomfort as he wandered through the forest as day broke across the sky. He was nomadic by nature and there wasn't a part of him that even wanted to stay in one spot.
He walked slowly down a new path thinking that this was the perfect time to do something different for once. He would always follow the same route. Go west, then east, then north and finally turn around to go back the way he came. It was one big repetitive mess and it was mainly because he felt like he had no purpose. What was he there for? Was he there to bring what remained of his family together? No..that would be impossible and he would be attacked on sight. He didn't even know if any of them were alive at this point.
He did remember Rebellion though. His younger brother latched onto him like a leech and he was someone he hated disappointing. It was why he never told him goodbye that night. He knew if he saw a look of sadness on his face, he was going to forever be haunted by it.
He dug his claws into the ground as he walked feeling more and more irritated by his thoughts. The memories that never seemed to go away. There was nothing good in his life. Nothing worth holding onto. Nothing of value. He was worthless. A worthless piece of trash that deserved to die-
Wait is that rustling..
He was snapped out of his thoughts and stopped in his tracks. Someone was here, he just didn't know who.
Shia bean
