Ghosts From the Past

Jendai was a tiny scrap of a wolf on a good day, but next to these enormous oak trees she felt like an ant. Usually that might irk her, but it had turned out to be a blessing. One of the fallen oak trees had been hollowed out by time and weather and she had been able to slip inside to use it as a den. For once she was grateful for her small frame since this make-shift tree home had kept her out of the elements for a few days now. It was just one of dozens of places that she has called "home" in the last couple of years.

She wondered sometimes what her life might have been like if she had made herself stay at home with her siblings, live in a pack, have a normal life. Sometimes, like when she's licking her wounds and stumbling her way through some basic healing techniques, she actually wishes she had done that. But, all the same, she knew her wandering had forced her to grow and learn so much.

She slipped out of her "den" as the sun began to light up the sky with a yawn. She stretched with a groan, being careful not to bother the newest of her wounds. They weren't nearly the worst wounds she had ever gotten, but the small lacerations that dotted her shoulder were still healing and she knew better than to aggravate even the smallest of cuts.

"Speak"