I came from a world of strictness and respect, where every wolf obeyed his or her higher ups without question. A wolf must always hide or ignore his heart because the emotions of one never matter against the welfare of the all. There's always something more important than any singular wolf's life, and to me it has always seemed a bit wrong. And yet having been raised this way, I know it's wrong but I don't know how. What may be so clear to others is clouded to me, and it's...frustrating. I'd been too deeply entrenched and swallowed up by their laws. More than everything else I want to start it all over again, and have something that I can call my own. Something that is or isn't physical, something I couldn't ever begin to describe. I don't have the words to describe. I wanted somewhere that I fit in.

Someone who doesn't mind me nearby, doesn't mind my presence, and won't chase me away. Those kind of wolves seem to be inexistant so far, and this alone should have made me lose hope but it hasn't. It seems that hope just isn't a thing I am able to lose. I won't ever say these things loud enough for anyone to hear them, because my thoughts aren't for anyone to really know, besides who knows what they may use my own words for. Though right now it seemed that it was talking to this girl that gave me hope. I was her not driving me away that gave me hope. This hasn't happened to me in such a long time, and maybe it's that simple hope that has filled me with contentment, because I wasn't sad anymore. There was no sorrow left. For once in my life I am going to be okay. I can pretend nothing had ever happened, at least for a little while. "Only a few nights here, at the most."