I wonder, from time to time, if I should remain in my birthplace. After all, indifference is held for nearly everyone with the exception of my siblings. I had attempted to reconcile with the new Monster alpha but my drive had dissipated. I am only a year old, have barely had time to learn a thing besides my particular eating habits, and yet I have this terrible feeling of not belonging. My entire family remains here and always had throughout the new changes – but maybe that’s not who I am.
With a disgruntled grumble I meandered away from my mother’s den, auburn masked face turning to see the streaking figure of another young wolf flying through the fields. It intrigues me, for it is not often that many dare to run rampant through the vast expanse that is Asteraia, and so I follow after at a snaking jog.
The older boy is fast, that I am assured of, as the pale ochre figure of him disappears through the taller grasses of the territory. I stop and drop rump upon the ground heavily as a near defeated sigh is breathed outwardly. I can’t keep up with him that is for sure; so how do I catch him? Even though I am a well-bred creature I am still a year behind this boy and incapable of keeping up thus far. A strategy change must be in place.
My head tilts to the side as one ear flops down while in deep thought until something strikes me. I jump to my paws once more and begin running in the direction that the boy had gone, ascending a small hillock as I went, and when I reached the top I could see his pale body still moving through the fields at top speed. My eyes follow his direction and when I notice a pattern I immediately start into a brisk jog, heading back down the other side of the hill and into the direct path of the strange kid that seeks to fly upon his paws.