Moon had been wandering around the Hills like a lost pup since she’d lost track of Ryd. At first, she’d been sad or something, but eventually the emotion shifted into bitterness and then anger that her friend hadn’t sought her out. And now? Now she didn’t give two fucks about anything again. She spent most of her days kicking up the dirt, chasing after the stray rabbit, and repeat. It was not the excitement she’d known upon entering the valley, but it sure as hell was better than living within distance of a pack. She was her own wolf, whoever that was.
She wasn’t attached at the hip with anyone. She had given up caring about all of the lost memories, all of the strange moments of nostalgia that popped up now and again. It was her against the world. Somehow she’d managed to keep breathing, so she was winning far as she saw things.
Every fucking day was the same. Every day this or that, or that or this, and she was going out of her mind… And a Moon out of her mind did not make for a happy, smiley wolf. The only way she knew to shove down some of the frustration was to just run. So that’s what she was doing. Running. No destination, no plans. She was going to run until she passed out, and then she’d wake up and do it again.
Yeah, life was going swell.
Mar 12, 2016 10:52 PM
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