caged

The two weeks were slowly passing and Theta had gotten fed up with being in Abaven. The same lands and the same wolves that were either too happy, too nosy, or regretfully related. There was only one wolf she had found who was even bearable. The restricted pup just had to get out of there, she wouldn’t go too far though. She knew this wasn’t what her dad would have wanted but she just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Sneaking outside of the borders felt freeing, Theta booked it until she couldn’t see or smell the pack borders. Once she was out of there she screamed as loud as her lungs could manage. She was done with life and wanted to go home to the comfort of her den, her father, and her grumpier surroundings.