Your Right is My Wrong

Dark blue eyes stared out into the clearing, a young wolf residing on a rotting log. Her slender legs curled under her body, ears twitching at every sound they caught. A soft breeze flowed by and combed through her silky fur. The adolescent nearly missed it, as there were more important things to think about. While her expression was bare, perhaps even cold and unwelcoming, there was much more going on in her mind.

How long has it been- a week? A week since she left the small group she ran with, a week since the fight with her father that ended with her leaving.

Oh how Xzarnia regrets it.

His last taunting words haunted her mind. It kept pecking at the back of her head, making the wolf growl as frustration washed over her. The black and white female was tried hunting just moments ago, being able to catch nothing but an old rabbit that had almost no meat on it's ones. her belly rumbled with hunger, begging to be filled with something.

With a snort Xzarnia stood to her paws, gingerly leaping off the rotting wood. Laying around was not going to soothe her stomach, nor was it helping her head in all honesty.

She's not going back. That would be accepting defeat. Returning with her tail behind her legs- almost unthinkable. The idea itself make the female wrinkle her nose in disgust.

Xzarnia blinked and pushed the thought away. Right now, she needed to focus. Food was a necessity. Not him.

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