That's Different

It was crazy to imagine how much stuff has happened within the last few years. Wolves had come and gone, others made their way in only to ruin the life of others. Zanire was beginning to wonder if this was why hr kind were solitary, being by yourself meant there was no room for others to come and mess stuff up for you. And she was beginning to think that's what she should do.

The large beast shook her head with a grump, lumbering over a small hill. Her gut told her to just forget those mutts and continue her solitary life, but the part of her that lived with wolves told her to try and make more friends with them. C'est ridicule. She grumbled to herself, using a large paw to smack a rock away and out of her path.



"normal.
talk.
think.
you."