To Slay a Dragon
It was a new day, dawn. Lirren had managed about a half night's sleep. Adapted as he had been for years to a diurnal mindset, the seemingly-endless hours of running and planning had thrown him off balance, halfway to the nocturnal cycle his kind usually adopted. The time he'd been awake he'd spent thinking, and he hadn't left the room he slept in yet, hadn't indicated he was awake. He wasn't sure whether anyone else was.
He looked around again. There was a broken bed, a chest of drawers with several holes and patches of rotten wood, and the desk without a chair he was pacing in front of. This building had once been a tavern and an inn for travelers, in a time long forgotten when his kind had either not been around or didn't mind.
On the desk was a blank scroll of parchment, exactly what he was pacing about. Paper was one of the few things he'd thought to take along that first fearful night, paper and a few pens to draw out plans. He'd used a few pieces to make rough maps and estimate destinations for the journey here--populous cities and a few smaller towns. With all the speeches he had made, all those who had yet joined him still fit in this ancient tavern. At least that meant he knew who they were, why they were here..for the most part at least, the newcomer from last night hadn't had an opportunity to share his story yet.
He'd had to take the risk of letting everyone know where he was going so they could follow him. It was only a general direction, to the east, toward the great forest, but it was still dangerous. The dragon had probably sent soldiers to search the forests, and Lirren doubted the werewolves who had agreed not to kill his group would hide their presence, shaky as the agreement was. They were going to have to move again, and soon.
Or at least, something had to be done, and that was the trouble. Lirren hadn't had any ideas..any sensible steps to take next. He knew what rebellions did from literature and history, but just now they were in between the phases of starting to form, and gaining enough of a following to take bold action. They needed to gain more support somehow, do something. But at the moment the werewolf's mind was as blank as the parchment. He kept pacing.