His thoughts lingered on the pack of Nardir, filled with wolves and where his father he never knew was buried. Bintang had spent so long looking for his father, Bulan, only to find himself too late. The pack his father was apart of had a righteous image of his father, and Bintang couldn’t ruin it. But he also knew that Nardir is not where he belonged. When he had returned to his home, the entire clan was gone, nothing to signal where they could have gone. Stoneclaw was the last resort Bintang had. His father might have been able to find peace living among creatures not like himself, but his child could not. Even though Stoneclaw was his last resort, he did find it a nice, peaceful place. The only issue he was finding was his lack of social connections that would make him feel more at home.
Bintang had not aligned himself to the any of the clans that made up the pride of Stoneclaw. He didn’t know enough to make such a decision. It even felt taboo for him to choose yet, as if he were still an outsider. Not until he felt at home could he decide more to do in his life. But he also knew that not planning any goals out would make it harder for anything to happen. His mind was racing constantly, torn on what to do. He wanted to get involved, but he didn’t want to get involved because he didn’t feel like belonged yet. He was stuck between his thoughts, unable to decide on what to do. During the time, though, he had learned the lay of the land. He had explored every section of land he was allowed to explore. If he saw anyone from the pride it was only in passing; he still knew not names neither faces.
The day was growing towards an end, the sun still in the sky but slowly falling downwards. Bintang had been walking all day, as if a plant or rock might tell him what to do. His thirst was becoming more and more of a nuisance, and he finally let himself stop for a drink. He had learned that the main water source for the clan was a lake dubbed Croc Lake. As Bintang leaned over, lapping up the water, he kept his eyes peeled for any crocodiles. He had heard that there were no longer any crocs that inhabited the area, and the only trace he might find was their remains, but he did not know the land enough yet to fully accept the information. He took deep sips and he wondered what to do in this pride.