A new place. To me a new place symbolizes hope, of new chances, that life goes on no matter what happens. Everything around me screamed my name, from every tree, to every bush. For the first time in a long time, I feel myself come alive again and my spirits rise.

My dark dusty hued russet coat stands out amongst the thickets as my legs carry me forward and deeper, where my new life will begin, and hopefully better this time around. Maybe this time I will not screw things up for myself, even if me and my family had split paths and never spoken again, I am positive they still live. I keep on moving forward, wanting the fresh start, to begin my own life once more. Here, the misunderstood, never thought of dusty russet coated wolfess known as Zabimaru will find her, my, way.

I find a spot to rest for the moment, and curl up with my chin tucked to my chest. I know it is not smart to stay unguarded so I do not sleep, and instead I content myself with simply relaxing. Emerald eyes keep a watch around my surroundings, looking for any signs of life. None have showed up thus far, but I was hoping someone would show their face. Someone had to come.