Aiden looked out to the morning horizon, his fur tussled and messy, he blinked and stared out, lost in thought of what the world used to be, he missed it, he missed everything, his curse scar still where it had been, but every morning before he opened his eyes, he hoped anD prayed for it not to be there, for all of this to be just one bad dream.... But it wasn't... It was all very real, and very dangerous, the lightly warm wind flowed through his mess of fur, rustling it softly, he murred and sighed at the feeling, if only it could at least stay like this, he'd be content