The adult wolf lowered herself to the pup’s level, but her fear was still thick in the air. She did not trust being around others. Even the adopted mother who had let her feed amongst her pups she had tried to keep her distance. She had struck out on her own, but found a small hole in the rocks close to where her fosterer had resided. She ventured out only when hunger drove her, or the bone deep need to remind herself she was a wolf. It had inspired this venture. This venture that had taken a drastic turn away from where she had desired it to go.
One day the pup may walk back in the world of wolves, but today was not that day. Today she needed to return to what she felt was comfortable. Everyone needed their moments of comfort to grow. Her’s was in the stony shadows and dark.