Running.

I woke up in a sweat, my heart racing, my breath coming in harsh pants. Upon waking, she had rolled into her den-mates. Her two uncles, Cadeyrn and Berwyn, Cadeyrn's two children, and Jubilee, my very pregnant aunt. We were in grand mom's old den, which over time had been made larger and deeper, however, by the sight of how big auntie jubilee's belly was--she was having a large litter. Which meant someone was going to need to move to a different den, unless they wanted to try to dig it deeper and wider, but that'd be pushing the boundaries and safety of the den. I sighed, shuffling myself out of my cramped spot and pulling myself free. Only to look back over my shoulder and see one of the pups steal the spot I had vacated.

I laughed as I moved away from the mouth of the den. My heart heavy and aching. I had begged my uncles to take me to see my father-- but the protested. They didn't want to accidentally get themselves, or me, caught as prisoner as well. I could only hope he would get free here soon, because I missed him, more than anything I missed my dad. I missed mom too, but I hadn't gotten to know her as well as I knew my father-- She had been gone longer than I could remember.

I wandered the edge of the mountain pack, my heart a mess as I looked around. I smelled more scents today than I had in a long time. The smells were different. Different packs, but of all young ages. Well, I'd say ages closer to mine. It was rather interesting, knowing that all of these pups were coming here. I took my time heading towards the gathering. I held back, my head a mess as I stood there watching the group get larger and larger. They all seemed so cheerful, so lively. And here I was, a mope. What a great combo.

I stood a few yards back, not actually engaging with anyone of them, just watching from afar.