Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170430193242/@comment-28247510-20170506164821

Richard had left camp as soon as he'd been patched up. The pack knew what to do after battle: he'd trained them, in fact, to work just fine without an alpha. Or perhaps they'd trained themselves, because he spent so much time alone. He didn't bother to ponder over which. He'd returned to his same spot by the lake, in the shade of a huge elm tree that clung to a small ciff just above the short, scruffy grass of the riverbank. He laid there for a long while, looking up at the tree's swaying branches. This is where he always felt the most content.

Eventually, Richard fell asleep, laying in the grass. He laid on his side, snoring softly because of his broken nose.