Change is a cruel cruel thing

Her father got straight to the questions; of course, she didn’t figure he was one to beat around the bush. There were multiple reasons she was unhappy here, she didn’t see much reason to keep any of it from her father. Theta would gladly complain to anyone anyways, complaining seemed to make things easier somehow. “It’s too cold up here, It’s not home, you’re not an alpha anymore, no-one here is worth talking to, those new pups are annoying me with their existence, and I hate it!” As Theta listed her grievances her words steadily got louder, faster, and more filled with spite. “I hate it, and I wanna leave so there’s no more cold and no more new pups and life can be normal again.” In the process of speaking Theta had lifted her head and now she thumped it back onto the ground before violently driving it into the ground. Her life sucked and saying it all out loud just made it more real.