I heard the call from far away, my ears pricking at the sound and then flipping back in a dismissive gesture. Gathering around all those wolves was like throwing myself into a pit of snakes. I would be eaten and by my own volition. Still, as I lay beneath the sycamore tree with the hot breeze of summer tangling those verdant leaves I can't help but feel a pang of loneliness. I had never really been connected to another wolf. Oh I had seen those connections, the touches and looks and shared smiles, but I had never experienced the like. Acquaintances is all I had. All I might ever have at this rate. This land was as much haunted for me as the last place but I felt like I was growing firmer in my skin. That I was becoming something.. more. More than I was before, at least. But that took careful consideration and constant vigilance.
I am not sure if my loneliness is what drives my legs beneath me so that before I even realize what I am doing I have risen, freezing in my actions as my tail brushes against my back legs.
A grasshopper leaps from the tall wheat grass right at my face, startling me so much that I gasp and stumble back then growl in frustration at my lack of self-control. If I ran from a grass hopper what was I to do with a pack of wolves? Grumbling low to myself I continue onwards anyways. It isn't long before I find them, the ground beneath me becoming choppy with rocks. Already there are so many and my steel colored eyes widen as I freeze, watching, blood going cold at the white wolves until I notice their lack of red.