I had lost my pack. Things weren't so bad
in the beginning, but I just couldn't stay
anymore. I had to run. I didn't even want to think about how bad things had become.
It made me feel like a failure
, not just for running away, but also for allowing things to get as bad as they had become. That's probably why I didn't like thinking
about it. Self-blame did me no good.
I chose a random direction. And began to walk.Days and nights passed
, and I had no idea where I was going. Eventually I had made it back to one of our old haunts
, a place where the pack no longer hunted, but was still filled with memories
of a much better childhood.
I would make a new home
It could've been anywhere I suppose, but at least I was familiar with the valleys and lakes
here. Here I would start over
. And if I were lucky
, find a new pack and a new family.