I never knew how important the word goodbye would become to me. You say it so carelessy, expecting that person to be there again. And then when they're gone, and it's too late to say it anymore, do you finally understand the weight of the word. If I could, i'd go back, reliving all the pain again just so I could say goodbye. The lack of closure left a hole inside of me that i'v come to realize will never be filled. They may say that time can remedy sadness and pain, but, like an open wound, it festers and gradually becomes worse. And right now, I was on the verge of a full scale infection.

It had only been about a year since the genocide of my pack in my brothers piteous attempt to seize power. And less thsn a season since the rogues had chased me into Moladion. I'd come to call this place sanctuary for the time being., at least until my brother's executioners tracked me down again. I knew for a fact that my brother would not give up the search for me; I was a threat to his rule and he would only feel safe when I was dead, like the rest of our family. There was ever present danger around every corner and, in the end, I chose a life of solidarity for my safety and my sanity. The locals must have known I was here from my foreign scent, but i'd kept myself to the shadows, unseen by anyone. I knew that I mentally couldn't handle interaction right now, not with my packs death looming over me and the constant threat of attack. It was a lonely existence, but i'd always been better off without others; no one to hurt me, no one for me to hurt.

The day was warm and, even though I was shedding my winter coat for a more fitted summer one, my naturally thick fur magnified the intensity of the sun on my body. My salmon tongue rolled carelessly out of my mouth as I panted to keep the heat from killing me. I made little to no noise as I padded carefully through the overhanging shadows of the forest. I didn't know much about Moladion yet, but I knew there was a water source near by that could save me from the discomfort. But I new that going anywhere near water today would mean running the risk of crossing paths with another wolf, something I didn't know if I could handle or not.

I recognized the scent immediately as a gust of wind carried it to my nose: bear. It was a lot closer than I was comfortable with, but it was too late to change course. I noticed the black mass the same time she noticed me. I stopped, never breaking eye contacted as I tried to gauge how much danger I was in. When two little cups scurried up a tree my heart sank, I knew I would have to run. I took off, running full speed as the mother bear's protective instinct kicked in and she chased me, something I was very accustomed to now. I normal bear I could have held my ground against, but a mother bear was not something to go up against.

I could hear her heavy breaths growing more and more distant as I used my lean, agile body to my advantage. Soon, the only think I could hear was the sound of running water ahead of me, but it didn't even process as I desperately ran to escape the danger. I must have missed the scents of the two wolves, because when I burst from the tall grass on the edge of the river they were directly in front of me. My feet slammed in a desperate attempt to stop, but I was far to close to the young,silver female. Things seemed to go in slow motion as I barreled into her. Because I was attempting to stop, the force of me hitting her smaller frame caused my hind legs to flip over my head and I rolled over her and down into the water. My body created a decently sized splash that I knew had hit the brown male, who looked to be about my age, as he sat closer to the waters edge.

I didn't move for a second, stunned from the ordeal. Then horror overwhelmed me and I jumped up, probably a little bit too defensively. My ears lowered and I shrunk back shyly and insecurely, staring with embarrassment at the damage i'd caused. I opened my muzzle in and attempt to apologize but I was chocked up by fear. I wanted so desperately to vanish, or even die, as I stayed frozen in place. My body language was shrunk down and shy, but also held a defensive, unsure edge to it. My grey eyes lowered to the ground as I waited for either of them to rightfully attack me for the commotion I had caused


But I don't want good and I don't want good enough, I want can't sleep, can't breathe without you love....