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A new life unfolded for Harvest- no, that wasn’t right anymore for her. As she shed the past of what was once her home, she too, had taken upon a new name alongside this new world. Viola, was the name she so chosen, there was no particular reason she could think so, but it was the first she thought of upon leaving the old home.

The tearful look of her parents' eyes still haunt her, so months later after the autumn wolf officially ‘disowned them,’ and allowed the family to reunite back into the familial love of the rest of the pack. However, she could not.

Viola wasn’t sure how to handle the information of Pumpkin B’Spice, the man who was told to be a monster, and yet, she had survived his bloodlust. Who had told her in-laws of those events? She could never know, nor’ confirm if that is the truth. What she did know, is that there was no blood between her and the river pack, and so in the end, perhaps it was true. 

She feared deeply if it was- thecrazed madness that resulted in the man killing not only the lover, but the wife and his children; excluding herself. She hoped there was never a day, the newborn wolf would even become similar to him.

Upon setting onwards to no direction in particular, she was armoured by the beauty that was the outside. The pack was so secluded, and rarely did anyone leave, she almost felt.. Enlightened, upon officially leaving and realizing how beautiful it truly was.
But there was still a sting in her eye, remembering her family, siblings and parents, and even her arranged marriage.. She was truly prepared to be a loving mother and wife, and maybe in the future, that could be granted so.

Though as of months ago, now it was about survival.

Viola was intrigued by the large gorge that laid into the land. It was deep enough where barely she could see the running water, but below was land. Faintly she could see a somewhat set of stairs, but dangerous as it looked, she dare not step to it. Rather the autumn wolf peered into it, as the faint glow of the nightly fireflies slowly seeped out of it.

The weather, being particularly warm, was probably the last day to see such bugs. She felt blessed by such a scene.