Home Is Where It's At

As Temple reached the den, he noticed that Kalila was gone. But another strange scent filled his nose. Temple sniffed for more of what was at the borders. "Another rogue." he said, almost glad but at the same time concerned. "Well then, I'm guessing Kalila went to welcome our guest. Guess I should check it out too." he said as he began following the scent. Once again, he was heading back to the pack borders to see what new arrivals awaited. "Hopefully this one will bring something good with them, no one gets a free ride here." he thought to himself as he left the den to travel back to the pack's border.

--Exit to Pack Borders--

So here he was again, back at the den by himself. Letting a sigh escape him, Temple laid down and rested his head on his paws. "Hopefully more will come soon." he said to himself. He was not trying to make it a challenge to accept members into the pack, for he desperately needed members. Trying to forget the thought of everything that was happening, Temple closed his eyes and drifted down the river of sleep. His last thought was if he would always be alone, but only time would be able to answer that question.

His dreams covered the world of reality like a blanket, leaving no sign of the real world in sight. The only thing that stood out was a small dark figure. Smoke appeared to be rising from it like that of a fog machine; covering the ground so that it to became invisible. The dark mist began to crawl towards Temple as he ran away from it. But he could not run forever, and he could not outrun his fears, hate, anger, and sorrows. Temple awoken as soon as he fell asleep, panting heavily and wide eyed. "I need something to drink." said Temple as he rested his head on his paws, looking out into the forest from the entrance of the den.