Theron pushed open the heavy door of the chambers. He let out a low groan as exhaustion clawed at every fiber of his body. The long days of travel from Lycanthria to his pack and then the seven kingdoms had worn him down.
His muscles ached, mind fogged with the weight of endless pack discussion, negotiations, and the gnawing absence of Aveloria.
Theron shed his heavy fur cloak, tunic, and breeches. Each fabric pooled at his feet, until the cool night air kissed his bare skin. He collapsed onto the bed, pulling the thick furs over himself, and let the silence settle. Sleep claimed him almost immediately, pulling him under into a restless void.
