Word Count: 386 -Fails at life.-
Between the omnipresent threat of battle and the sheer bloat of Inferni's numbers, life had taken on a sort of surreal quality and the Optio wasn't sure he liked it. They were already about a month in and though it was nice that neither side had sustained any severe casualties (as far as he knew), that Haku had yet to lead a charge on their land was aggravating. This entire affair was cutting into his personal projects, making him cranky. He'd made it down to visit Axle and Grit on the night of the full moon as promised--about a week prior, now--and it felt like the first (and only) thing he'd done for himself in weeks. That the two dogs could hold down the fort in his absence was a real load off of his mind, and the men had shared a quick smoke while Anselm vented about the general mayhem associated with the war.
After the laziness of the garage and relative quiet of Halifax, Inferni felt decidedly crowded. He still couldn't put his paw down on why so many members would turn up and pledge loyalty during a time of war in the first place. It was confusing, an anomaly that could not be explained by traditional logic. This coupled with everything else culminated in a very anxious and unsettled Anselm. Where before he thrived on the pressure and sense of duty, now he found he craved stability and peace most of all. An adaptive creature, his mind continually struggled to assert that instability was the new status quo--some hopeful part of his brain chimed in that this war could not possibly last forever. Sooner or later Haku would fall... and then things would go back to normal.
In the meanwhile, he'd have to keep himself busy. Running provided a natural high and was productive when he put the energy into surveying the borders. Consequentially, this was the main thing he did--circuit after circuit, right up on the borders, then just inside, then in the neutral territories around them... he'd switch up the path to keep himself interested (and therefore alert). Presently he had pushed out into the Dampwoods, a no-mans-land that saw little activity these days as wolves from the other packs largely steered clear of the warring nations.
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