It had taken him a while, but Duncan had finally decided that despite the good times he'd had in Sioux, he had lost too much while being there.
He'd rambled right into a depression in the late summer, and had swindled into almost nothing, because he hadn't been able to take care of himself. His beautiful pelt was now matte and in clumps and what had been white before, was now a brownish color. He smelled like feces, and was overall just not looking great. His hipbones jutted out, and his ribs were so visible, that his heartbeat was constantly visible. On top of that,
He got up, for the first time in a week, legs weak but he stood. He looked at his hip boned with a sad, tired expression.
He'd heard about how Hera had taken over the pack and left afterwards to "grow" and while he was happy about that, it also just made him even more conscious about how far down he'd been, and how he hadn't interacted with anyone for a long while.
He looked forward again, lifted