What am I suppose to D.O. (Open)

[Majora]

Roran paced steadily back and forth. Many things on his mind, and his deadly claws clicked against the surface of the warehouse. Things have changed since he had freely given up the pack to Rhea with out any battle, fight whatever you wanted to call it. The husky started to think that he was cowardly to do such a thing. Even killing one of his loyal pack members in the process. That he didn't mind, but still why did he give up that pack? He didn't know, he has been without one to love for so long that he never really thought straight, of course this was why he was away from the pack.

He didn't want others seeing the Deadly Roran just pacing, mulling over his feelings. He never realized how much he loved ruling over all the others and not having anyone telling him what to do. Maybe he should just try to take back the pack. He didn't want to be controlled by anyone but himself. Or did he give up the pack for his childeren which he loved dearly, but hated the offspring Judge had left behind. Roran wished that they would have died along with the 'im. Rid them the pack the responsibilty of watching over pitiful mutts.

He didn't even like his Daughter haning out with that one mutt. Uh, what was his name again? Shaking his head with frustration of not being able to think clearly, he sat down sighing heavily. Hoping no one that really hated him came out here to see him in this state, that would make things alot better sure. Espiecally since the bitch Athena was the Betess and not a mate he might take up. Well he hasn't seen her in a while that is for sure. Maybe she died somehow. He smiled at the thought but soon other thoughts killed that one and he was starring blankly at the ground as the cool Autumn air ruffled his fur.

Roran slid down onto his stomach placing his head on his paws. Trying to figure out what he wanted, where he wanted and what he was suppose to feel.