He sat cross legged on the ground, fingers on his knees as nails dug into the rips in his jeans, plucking at the unraveled fibers absentmindedly as he tried to listen. He needed to hear something, anything. Jaw clenched in frustration and eyebrows knit tight together, his expression a mask of annoyance. Sounds that were usually easily deciphered were now muted, the usual beacon of light they presented to him in his mind now dull if not nearly nonexistent. He had to work to force down the panic, the fear that this was permanent. He simply hadn't been himself for a while. He had become so sidetracked with a human life that his canine nature was become somewhat second nature. Palms slapped solidly down against his knees and he stood up in a rush, drawing in a deep breath as he steadied himself on his feet once more. He needed something to find, something to get his senses going. He needed a challenge.
