Arrow Lake brot und wasser

She found that she liked it very much, having someone listen so intently and be so interested in what she said. It put her at ease and for once her fierce demeanor dropped until she was simply a woman walking by his side, having simple conversation with no expectations and no orders given. He asked another question and it was one met with a smile, her eyes gleaming with pride "I walked. I am not a dog, but wolf. The humans would let us free at night to either sleep or roam, stupid beings but...no other canine ever left. I took long night walks through the forests, taught myself to hunt, embraced the wild. I grew addicted and began to hate the domestic life. The slavery. So when they brought us back to their temporary den a good few months travel from here i left. Escaped. They did nothing about it...or at least they never caught me. I was alone for about a year before finding Stigmata and then joining Diaspora"  the way she spoke, it was clear she had disgust for the dog in her blood. She had never met any dog that wasnt a drooling, wagging, dopey fool and she didn't like it being a part of her.