Firefly Glen Prom queen

She ran off. Away from home, away from her family and everyone she knew. She didn't look back and didn't regret her decision - well maybe she did regret not eating before heading off. The way everyone treated her at the end was just too much, she surely enjoyed the attention, but her status had been ripped away from her, she was all alone with her father being out of the picture. She had never felt so alone before and she hated it.

Once she stopped running, with short breaks in between, she realized the silence was all around her. No buzzing, no chatter in the corners. Just silence. The once-a-princess took a sniff around and found different scents of packs, people, strangers all around her. What now? She huffed lightly and sulked. She hadn't really thought this through (like she ever did?), but really. What now? A new home? A life as a stranger? What did she want?


She wanted power (obviously) but how did you get that when you were all by yourself and without any kind of title or entitlement? She had to figure that out. She began strolling around, sniffing the ground for any kind of food nearby. She was hungry and she was not liking this sensation. So far people had feed her, her entire life, now she suddenly had to earn it herself. How boring, how tiresome.

Suddenly she came upon something. Her nose caught the whiff of food. Blood. Flesh. Her mouth began watering and she ran toward the scent. She quickly found it, the scent was so strong. It was a dead hare, just lying there on the ground by its lonesome. She didn't consider it might be someone's kill or dinner, she just jumped right at it and began to eat it. Not a care in the world for the young prom queen.