I had gotten my rest so far thanks to the stuff that Meryl had given me and it had soothed my nerves. The specter of Seline had faded for now, the furor of panic within my blood halted for a small space of time. It allowed me to rest in a dreamless slumber, something I had not done a lot of in the recent days. Usually memories of my past came back to haunt me - the disgusted look of my father, the malcontent ones of my brothers, the bland expression of my mother, all their disappointment coalescing into the memory of my children as their tiny bodies caved in upon themselves with Seline's thick canines pressing ever inward. It was a relief not to have to relive that again, waking so that my steel gray eyes could see the comfort of this newly acquired den.
While the King and the young one, Hyrule, had not seemed to get along too well I felt a sense of disquiet in my soul. They hadn't seemed the bad sort that I had been told about. I felt as if maybe speaking with them could solve this problem that I was told about yet I hesitated to do such. He was my friend and I could not betray his trust. I had to trust in him to do the right thing and it would all sort itself out eventually. I only had to just tell him, which I would, but for now I stretch out in the den before poking my head out cautiously. I glance around as the chill hits me before finally stepping out.
My search begins after that as I rooted among the trees of Diveen for the perfect thick stick that was sharp as well. When I found it I felt a rise of triumph. Such a simple task I had been given and for what purpose I had no clue but it soothed me to know that I was doing what I was supposed to. I was not failing in life like I always had. My tail wags behind me as I grab it, my canines scraping some of the dried bark off as I pad away from the trees to a clearing where I could see out past the border of Diveen in the distance.
Then my task begins as I tilt my head to the side and attempt to slam the pointed end into the ground. It... doesn't quite work as expected. I am met with resistance and my teeth scrap up the stick, some of the sharp splinters shredding my gums. I growl low now, tail no longer wagging, and begin to jerk my head back and forth - still sideways - to open some of the topsoil before I lift up and slam again. My neck HURTS! This is incredibly difficult but I am persistent, keeping at it until the sun is high in the sky and it isn't as cool anymore. I have gotten almost a third into the ground with a few breaks and a few tries with my paws which subsequently were bruised.
I am done, sitting back with obvious exhaustion and glaring at the stick that had caused me so much effort as it sticks up from the ground. It is my totem pole, my ticket to a happy future. A future that for once I didn't think would be bad.