Moonspear i don't wanna go home

Like a gun, he was gone. Off like a zap of lightning, fear that if he even slipped, he would be torn to a whole buncha shreds that didn't even deserve a name, anymore. He flew, almost airborn as he made his way out of this neck of wilds, and despite his injuries, he was ok. Well, hurt, but ok.

He didn't really have a home, and Kyber was sure Loki would ruin the next oppertunity he had, but he had to try...for his own safety. His life depended on being in a pack, but who would offer their home to a monster?

It felt like hours he had ran, though it was only minutes. He couldn't even stop to breathe, and he found himself well into another type of woods. They were dark, and the sounds that were the apparent 'ambiance' of this place was silence, random scuttling over there, and a shriek of the unknown thing coming to the death he could only imagine.

He turned around, watching as mist covered the path he had once seen so clearly.
What was this place?

The wolf took his sweet time absorbing what breath he could, and once he had what he needed, the first thing from his mouth was an eerie cackling laugh, its maniac touch richocheting from limb to limb in this place of illusion.
Loki knew what this place was.

It was home.

Thank you guys for helping me further my plot, and I wish that mastery of your's godspeed! GG, and GL. <3

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