Chtlaviam- (jk thats really difficult sorry guys, lets just call him Viam) rose from his bed of brambles. The fur on his back, coming out in tufts thanks to the change of seasons, was unkempt and matted. How long had he been asleep? He looked about for his mate- however he could not see his dark companion anywhere. A deep sense of loneliness settled over the canids heart and, as no one was around to see his weakness, he lowered his head and whined. He missed his mate and he wondered where he could be. When, exactly, was the last time he saw him? The umber wolf could not remember. In fact the rest of his thoughts were blurred and sluggish- what was wrong with him? He blamed his sleep- he felt as if he had been asleep for a long time. How incredibly morbid, he thought as he set out in search of Rhada, that I cannot recall anything. It made him angry.

Feeling hopeless wasn't his thing. He breathed heavily, the night air visibly curling about his nostrils and spurting out in disgust as he laced his way through the skinny trees. His territory seemed familiar to him; he was aware of the trees that guarded his home and the now growing spruces of spring. Warmth was a far away concept to him, it seemed, as he felt only the cold night air of now and not the sun of tomorrow. Yesterday he was with Rhada and warmth was a familiar thing. Now he was only cold and accompanied by the naked, black trees. He was aware of the moon over head but he did not _enjoy_ it. In fact he found more solace in the darkness about him. Endless and aimless pathways where they trees blocked out the moons light taunted him. Rhada could be over here, or over here, no he could be over there, or behind you. Without a sense of direction but determined to keep going the wolf chose at random.

His tattered and small ears pointed up suddenly as the trees broke away suddenly. He came upon a small pond, surprisingly not thick with ice. It was still, however, and seemed tranquilly pure. Was he thirsty? Viam licked his lips, his dark purple tongue passing through the holes in his teeth as he did so, and he decided that he was. He lowered his head and was about to drink we he stopped himself- for he saw a horrid creature in the pool. Bristling he pulled away with a craggily growl. An ugly fish, a disgusting creature from beneath the surface! How dare it scare him so. He edged toward the water and peered into the still pool again. The beast peered suspiciously back at him and he growled. It growled back. He bore his toothless warning sneer and it gave one in return.

Mocking me! He realized and the wolf dashed the water to smack the ugly fish out of the water.. However  his paw felt nothing and he was confused. He looked into the rippling waters and found that the fish was gone, and this pleased him. He blinked and then grinned to himself, triumphantly. Settling down by the pool he searched its still unsettled surface for the fish again. How incredibly ugly it was! He recalled. For it had these pale, sad eyes and matted fur. Its nose was twisted to one side horribly and its mouth! Its mouth sported only a handful of teeth! Disgusting abomination, he reflected, and he dropped his head down on his paws.

That fish, he soon came to the conclusion, was very much better off dead. Such a disgusting thing... Was alone. All alone. How strange, reflected the wolf, I suddenly feel so sad. Perhaps that the fish and I share this loneliness in common? Yes, perhaps. But how different from a fish was he? This huge forest was but a pond to him like the pond was to the fish. It roamed about in its home quite like he roamed about in his. Others perhaps wished death to fall swiftly upon him like how he wished the same for the horrid creature who he saw in the pond. And he suddenly felt like a fish- a horribly ugly thing, stuck to roam about in his pond aimlessly.

"What is wrong with me.." He thought aloud. Agitated he turned away from the pond in search of his dumb mate. The idiot had left him alone with his thoughts... Again.