Malachi had explored most if not all of Duskorna's mainland. While a stanger may have slipped into the borders- nothing much eventful had taken place lately, so Malachi would roam.
It was quiet, and no one was around! His dad would enjoy this.
Malachi hated every second.
He wanted a crowd of people- wanted something to do. But what? He continued his climb in the forest until he reached the top of the bluffs. Malachi sat a tail length away from the ledge of the tall bluff over looking the falls. He couldn't help but think it was a long drop.
As he lay there he felt sad. His father risked his life to get him here. He still recalls the fall in the pit and meering Enya. The cold damp cave. Honestly he had presumed a life more knighly... But now? Malachi groaned and lay down, cossing one paw over the other as he looked out onto the bluffs.
Had he made a mistake in joining a pack. Sure- there were safety in numbers, but he found himself wanting to taste something new: like adventure or a spar. Something that might help him grow
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"speech."