Steps In The Right Direction

Vine had high aspirations to be like her parents, or at least make them proud. An easy and probably usual family dynamic. Most probably felt like they needed acceptance from their parents. Vine didn’t feel like that was a problem though. Her family seemed good and strong.

She made herself comfortable in the common areas, twiddling with some string between her paws. She thought of the different uses she could have with it. A snare, a trip wire. She wasn’t sure if she could use it today, but it never hurt to learn. Maybe there were even more creative ways she could use it in a hunt. Or maybe not a hunt at all, the possibilities were endless. She was an open mind.

"Vine"