Sleepy Fox Hollow is a mystery

anyone welcome

The way forward. She sought comfort in it. The woman could do without her tribe, her way of being... if only to focus on what she could do. Zola vowed never to lose herself. She would not submit to the ways of these foreign beasts. The wolves here were strange, doing strange things... She had come across borders that were smaller than the tribe's. One could almost walk right into their camp. Yet she did not. Her respect for their ways perhaps did not extend to them respecting her.

She knew if she was brash and foolish, the world would eat her up.

So she kept moving, attempting to feel warmth. Attempting to push dark thoughts from her mind. She kept going to exercise, to not grow fat and lazy. If she mourned her Africa, she kept it to herself. There was no way back to her knowledge. She had been thrust into a strange world. A world that was only spoken in passing by elders or the released kin. They had been here, given tags from the humans and then released back into the wild.

She saw the humans watching them at times. No humans watched her here. She did not know why this was yet she was spared the tag. Her ears were free of holes. Her pelt did not itch from the metal. So she kept going, wandering the Hollow she had found herself in.