a helluva ride

In retrospect, his decision to run from home might not have been his best decision… however it was too late to look back to the mother lands. Even if he did know his way back, which he most definitely did not, his parents would never forgive him for a betrayal as large as running away from his place as their heir… his sister was probably smugly settled into his role at this point anyway. There was no point in trying to turn back.

He huffed, his sore paws carefully carrying him across the strange lands he’d stumbled upon. Что это за место? Куда волку нужно идти, чтобы найти воду поблизости? He pondered, knowing he should stop sometime soon in order to eat, drink, and rest. There weren’t any trees – he was sure he’d be able to find some water somewhere near here… the winter season seemed to make that more difficult too, and it had him wishing he’d never left home, regardless of his very good reasons for doing so.

The boy let a soft sigh fall from his maw, his eyes gazing around the surroundings – just grass deadened from the winter weather. No doubt the lands would be beautiful come spring, or even summer… but not now, and that didn’t particularly help him. He shook his head and started back along his path, heading to the east and north, figuring eventually he'd find a body of water big enough to give him some relief.