It feels good to run and stretch my legs. I have been feeling a bit caged up, but when I was given permission to leave my Saviors’ den I was excited. It had been awhile since I was able to roam as I saw fit. My Savior was always near me, always keeping her molten lava eyes on me, and I did not mind it one bit. I stayed close to her, because I felt like that I had to. Not just for my sake, but for her own. She was taking care of her children and she always had to remain near them incase Tobias came around. Always I stayed close to the children when she was gone. I took care of them. I played with them. I kept them warm within her den. I liked sleeping in a warm den, the feeling of the other wolves fur meshed into mine was a comforting feeling. I didn’t feel so alone. I felt somewhat complete. Like a part of me that was always missing seemed to find its way back. Although I enjoyed it all I knew I needed to allow time for myself. With the children asleep and Flare curled up guarding them I felt compelled to leave them for a little while. I needed to stretch my legs. I needed to feel the wind slide its gnarly fingers into my thick obsidian fur. I needed to feel as if I was okay. More importantly I needed to gain my independence back. I was attacked once. I had done nothing wrong and yet I was attacked. I know there are wolves that desire to do more harm to others, I was born from one.

As I continue to sprint, relishing in this freedom like feeling, I find myself pointing in the direction of the Lake. Though my speed decelerates as I begin to make myself walk. I need to store up my energy if I am going to return to my Saviors’ den before dawn. As I tread through the short grass, getting closer to the Lake, I notice there was something in it. Puzzled I tilt my head to the side as I get closer, barely a footstep was left within the sands underneath my paws. As soon as I get to the bank of the Lake I look over at the multi-copper haired lupine that waded within the water. I lower my head and quietly lap up some of the water, though my violet eyes remained on his own, always so cautious. I do not know him and he does not know me. Yet I do not want any trouble. I just want to drink my fill and head out. It is the sound of a mournful howl that catches my attention. Raising my ebony skull my crimson-trimmed ears prick back and forth as I listen, their call was to help hunt for a lonely male. Yet I shake my head and stop listening because I assume it is about Tobias. I lower my head and allow myself to drink some more, but not once do I take my eyes off the male, my body may appear relaxed, but I am ready to leave at moments’ notice should he be a threat.