Lonely, it is a feeling I can never shed no matter how hard I tried. It was buried within me as I moved through the shadows of the forest and thickets. I don't dare to go where the flesh hungry wolves would stalk me, after all I don't want to be owned or eaten. I know what my terms and wants are, I am selfish in this respect and I only want what I want. Freedom from torment by the monster dominated society but there isn't much I can do but help pick them off little by little by way of information gathering and learning to fight. I am so sick of dancing around the shadows of wolves who take the life and blood of others, and I wonder if any would even consider teaching me how to fight them. For every agonized scream I heard, and every body I found torn apart, I feel the burning desire to fight back. No singular idea excited me more.

I walked out of the shadows of the forest. The way the moonlight hit my fur made it glow in a ephemeral manner, like something out of the pages of a fairytale, out of a perfect story nobody knows the title to. I will be a year old come spring but I want to start before time gets to that point, after all for those who don't know what I am, I have already perfected a face. The face I wore of a perfect little kind-hearted girl, the kind that could never harm another being. It came naturally because it was who I used to be, back before I had wandered from safety and paid the price of my innocense. Before I had seen that there are indeed monsters that hunt in the night. I love the thought of being able to fight back.

My heart is set in this task I have set for myself, a sigh escaping my lips as I imagine what it's like to come off the high of an adrenaline and killing rush. No I won't get my life stolen away or grabbed by the scruff and dragged away against my will. This was my life, and starting this very moment, I'll be making my own choices. My pristine white coat glows under the attentions of the moon's light, only tarnished in places by my markings in blood red. The blood red masks around my eyes, and it edges my otherwise pristine ears.