That twas before the young male tripped, tumbling down the inclined plain. A mass of yelps and barks escaping the brutes maw as he landed with a splash, Alexander began to gasp as his coppertoned head shot up above the river water. the young warrior began to frantically gasp for air his soaked chest rising and falling frantically with every quick staggered breath he took. A low growl emitted from the brute's chest as he pulled himself from the waters, "Damn Rocks..." huffed the male. Giving his pelt a slight shake the emerald eyed orphan twirled around slightly taking in the breath taking sight before him. As strange and girly as it may have sounded, it felt as if he had his own private wonderland to himself. No distractions, (although it was usually him that were the distraction), and no crowds. A perfect place for thinking.

After a few moments of pacing around the large area; Alexander found the perfect spot to sit. It wasn't to far from the flowing river, and provided enough shade and space for him to clearly see the scenery before him. Settling himself upon his haunches the young brute took in a deep breath, the past few months had been a trip. Between his mothers death, his pack leave, and travels the stress seemed to pile up onto him tumbling over atop of the brute all at once. A pang of guilt exploded inside Alexander's chest at the thought of his mother, he longed to see her once more to show her what he had become. But at the same time he was ashamed; ashamed of what he had become. He had led a life of sin most of his life and would he really want to stand face to face with the wolf that had conceived him and said 'I've done nothing...I'm helpless, hopeless'.