Escape!

He had been sick since the moment he could walk and talk, an illness taking over the child's body and with no end anytime soon. At least, that was what it felt like for him, and it was driving Shiro mad. Since father was busy with the pack, and mother putting her attention into helping blind Obscuro, with Ganta's help, the last child was left recovering with the aid of the family pet, Squirrel. Sometimes he was glad when the male was called away, annoyance filling the young pup whenever the wolf was around. He just wanted to be left alone! Maybe then he would get better!

A plan had been formulated, so when Obscuro and Ganta were away with the family, Shiro made his move. Squirrel left at his usual time to fetch herbs and a small meal for the child, and it was then that he would leave. He burst from the den's entrance, racing across the plains like a bat out of hell, no even throwing a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone saw or even heard him leave. It wasn't till he was in a new, unknown and unmarked land that he finally came to a stop. Chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, light blue eyes squinting through the mist.