Very Uneasy... Amber Arival

All happiness seem to fade away from her eyes. She muttered, "Yes I have." Her old pack was the reason why she was a lone wolf. Instead of a friendship and family bond, it was great discipline. You never hunted for the whole pack, if you wanted to eat, you needed to do it yourself. If you slept or rested during the day, Beta or Alpha would beat you sensess and say, Sleeping isn't good for the pack! The stings seem from her old Alpha seem to be flushing back to her. She wasn't just beaten by them, her packmates, her own packmates, pushed her around, shoved her down cliffs into raging rivers. Amber couldn't help but growl.


But she didn't want to tell this wolf about it. She didn't want to tell anyone about it. She wanted so much to forget her bitter past, but everytime she was nearly killed by a bear or cougar, or chased out packlands, she told herself, They did this to me, Then words flew out of her mouth, "If I join, I won't regret it, right?" She had wished she hadn't said that.