Freedom awaits if we have the key

I continued pulling, trying to get the flower to break. I don’t have much for teeth yet, but my tiny razor like fangs still were able to grip the stem and allow me some leverage to yank it from the ground. I wasn’t getting far, the bitter taste was starting to get overwhelming so I let go, though I do not give up, not yet. That was something I never did, not on something I wanted at least, or cared about. I would try again just give the flower a chance to think about what it did, why it should come with me. Clearly next time it would decide coming home with me was the best way for it to live out the rest of its life.

I was perhaps unaware that someone was coming upon me. I knew others were out there, sometimes a strange female drops off plants for my mother which she eats, and a wolfess that is my grandmother, but as I turn and look into the face of the other girl I don’t recognize her. After all there was hardly a junket for mine and my brother’s birth. We were barely welcome here at all, not that I knew that. I was unaware of my mother’s position with the alpha, or my father’s, or this girl’s relation to any of that. I was kept close for my safety, in the pack or not my mother wanted to make sure Eden kept away from me, from us. Right now though that didn’t matter to me, none of it did.

My bright pink and black eyes flew up to the girl’s blue and violet when she spoke. I knew that language those words she spoke to me, though perhaps some were unfamiliar I understood most of what she said. I didn’t reply simply looking at her curiously. Was I hunting? I didn’t realize that I was, I didn’t know much of the world. My parents provided me food via milk or meat provided from their own stomachs, I hadn’t thought yet where that might have come from, though the word “hunt” had been said before so I at least recognized it.

However I wasn’t planning on eating this plant. I didn’t really understand much of the world but I did know I was not eating this flower. ”Not eating. Taking. It’s pretty and mine.” I say in the latin language I know going back to pull on the flower and in my attempts to hurry and take it away I succeed in pulling it away from its base at last, uprooting it and flinging dirt everywhere. I fall on my rump but I am pleased with my success in getting this flower so that I can take it wherever I want to now.

”Understand?” I say, it’s a word my parents often use when telling me what I can and can’t do. I like understanding, I think this wolf should see what it’s for too. It will be mine or no ones, that’s how I saw it.