Lone Tree

Today, Anaeia found herself straying from the den she had been sticking to. Legs becoming cramped from laying in the same position almost every day, all day. Readjusting to this new place was a slow process, one that she did not much enjoy going through at the moment. Things were changing too fast, why couldn't people just slow down and stick to one spot? This would be the last time, being juggled around left a bad taste in the girl's mouth and she would be damned if this pack or her mother tried yanking her away.

By evening she had made it near the center of the plains, head held awkwardly high, in a position it has not been once before. Mismatched eyes of gold and blue were able to peer over the grasses like this, sweeping over the short rolling hills, watching for movement. The company of others was a bother, people feeling the need to chat away to ears that wished to be left alone. That's why the girl was heading towards the northern border, her sights set on a lonesome tree.