Home Away From Home

Once more Rowtag found herself alone. Warboy had abandoned her in her sleep and rather than wait for his return she had gone away from their den as well. In a way she had intended it as a punishment. Surely a frown would come upon his face when he came home to regale her with an account of his day, only to discover that she was not there. But the part that really mattered was her personal motive. She just couldn't lay there by herself thinking about them. At least when she and War were together they could debate over the morals of their former friends and sit in shared silence over the unspeakable fact of their sister's death. No, alone nothing made sense.

Traveling in some random direction, Row paid close attention to the queues of the impending season. For selfish reasons she hoped that it was an especially brutal one. Tilting her dark head upwards she watched a singular leaf loose its precarious balance upon a branch and fall. When it came to rest a little ways off to her left she pounced on it and made confetti. Sometimes she was truly grateful for what she recognized as the dog side of her brain -the one which was effortlessly distracted.

Moving away from the place when she felt ready to do so, Row only managed to get so far before she encountered an unknown wolf. Expressive ears fell back instinctively and so to did her tail cease to tick and in fact curl over her back.