I am tired of being stuck staying around the den. I can’t stray too far from the Den or else Mother and Father would be furious. I found it completely stupid that I am ordered to remain in my family’s lands. Mother and Father have marked certain places in the land that I am only allowed to play in these certain areas. Yet when I go to those places the adults nearby seem to run away as if they do not want to be near me. Why they do not want to hang out with me, is beyond me. I am loads of fun! This I am sure. I mean look at me! I am small, but feisty. Mother and Father spend their time with me a lot, and if they do, then I must be an amazing pup. Yet I have grown tired with their presence. I am constantly being reminded that I have to act, talk, walk, and carry myself in a certain way all because I am an Angel. Well, I don’t care. Being an Angel Princess isn’t fun. I have to walk and keep myself from getting dirty. I have to talk in two different languages…which is hard mind you. Then, I have to ACT completely opposite of myself. I cannot yell, or shout! I must speak calmly, with a decent soft and gentle tone. How the hell is that possible!!! I have no freakin idea, but that isn’t me. I don’t like carrying my head so high, my neck grows stiff, and I feel weird walking with my big paws, making my movements and stride glide along the ground. I am a creature that does not do quiet…or slow. I wish Father and Mother would understand. I just want to be me…how hard can that be allowed? Even my Aunts, Uncles, siblings, and cousins remind me that I ought to behave like the Princess that I am. But it is no fun, no fun at all.

Without anyone knowing in my pack I ran away. I had to do it ever so carefully. I found a spot along our borders where their scent wasn’t that strongest, which meant they didn’t frequently come here, which was the perfect location for me to sneak away. Which I have successfully done. Because look at where I am! I am in a brand new place. There is tall grasses, but I cannot see so much, but the scent of other wolves is strong. Unaware that I have stepped into another pack’s land, I waltz through, curiously. Yet, I cannot walk calmly. Quickly I run through the tall grasses. I can feel the grasses lash out at my small form, as I push through with speed ignoring the whacks. My golden ears swivel back and forth in alertness as I slow down my pace, carefully moving through the tall grasses. Poking my head out, I notice the grass is much shorter here now, as I reach the end of the grassy sea and enter the patch of land that is edged near the woodlands. Curious I carefully step out from my protective long grasses, bright sapphire eyes looking around. Lifting my head I catch an aroma of odd scents, but only one is familiar to me. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a few broken grasses that led to a small pond and where there are ponds…there are FROGS!! Oh happy day! I growl happily and head in that direction, lowering my small form closer to the ground, as I stalk my slimy green fiend. I care not if my belly and paws is being smudged with mud, I am far too close to my green prey! Quickly I pounce and feel the familiar slimy feel of its green skin between my muddy paws. Growling happily, I gently nudge it with my cold nose as I lie in the mud, with the frog between my paws, grinning widely.

“I caught you…I win!”