Rising Sun Valley The Reclusive Wolf

Kisu sighed and looked up toward the sky. It was a crisp blue. He took a deep breath and let it out. Three years since he had been with a pack; he caught prey alone, slept alone, howled alone. Even if I eventually found a pack, I will always be alone, he thought. He looked a short way to his left and contemplated the scenery change, parallel to the direction he was walking. Instead of a never ending expanse of flowers, he saw a forest of cottonwood trees. Pausing to look around for a moment, he decided to finally head for black section of timber, so drastically different from the colorful scenery he had entered into hours before.

The shade was cool and refreshing. He lifted his scarred face upward, as if pointing it towarm sun; but, Kisu reveled in the darkness. It felt safe to him. The darker the better. And as he walked deeper into the woods, he seemed to get what he wished for. Only slight breaks of sunlight popped in through the high, dark trees. As the sun began to set, fewer and fewer pokes of light broke through, until there was nothing more. It seemed to have gotten severely dark, very quickly. Kisu stopped for a moment and pondered what he should do; try to look for food? He was slightly famished. Maybe find an area to sleep? Or maybe I should keep going. Sleep tortured him these days and left a bad taste in his mouth. Ultimately, he decided to continue on.