A moment's peace

[ClaytonMorgan]

Clayton listened to the sounds of the creek and the nearby fire. It wasn't an especially cold night, but the fact that it was there was comforting enough. Despite being the creature animals tell stories about, he had been human long enough to view fire as a way of keeping predators at bay. He took a sip of the rotgut he had with him and enjoyed the pleasant feeling of it burning through him.
Hid mind wandered over to the box he had seen on and off. The claim from it that it could grant wishes. His mouth twitched to a very brief smile. He knew exactly what wishes he would make, and how much easier it would make everything. His mind then drifted to the words he said to Cockroach, "Why would a ragabash take the easy path?"
Even still, it became easier to avoid the box now that he should have died. Sure, he was angry at nobody having his back, but that was what he signed on for. Besides, he had his own form of a pack to worry about now.
He eyes the jug of moonshine and poured himself another mug. He was getting philosophical again, and he knew it was never good when he got that way.