Moussaka paced back and forth in his den, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. "Who am I?" he muttered to himself. "What is my purpose in this pack?"
His packmates watched him curiously, used to his constant inner monologues and self-reflection. "There he goes again," one of them whispered to another.
Moussaka stopped in his tracks and turned to face his packmates. "Do you ever wonder about your place in this world?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
The other wolves exchanged glances, not quite sure how to respond. "We're just happy to be part of this pack," one of them finally said.
"But what makes us who we are?" Moussaka continued, ignoring their response. "Is it our instincts or our choices?"
His packmates shrugged, not quite understanding the depth of his questions. But Moussaka couldn't help but continue his internal debate.
"I mean, do we really have control over our actions or are we just following our animal instincts?" he mused.
One of his packmates chuckled. "I think you're overthinking things, Moussaka. Just be yourself and everything will fall into place."