for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

Flare was keeping his distance from the camping slavers. He still remembered that moment on the streets back home when he had been nabbed. He was his own person now. Strong, independent, with the strength to back it up. But something about them, the scent he had caught around their camp reminded him a little too much of the wolves he had eventually murdered for his freedom.

Instead, he made his way through the woods, skirting the long way around on his way back home. He almost missed the presence of another wolf, crawling through the mulch with the desperate need to stay hidden. It was his fox that sensed her first, and Flare followed the other creature's nose until they found the figure. Crawling, emancipated, desperate. He reached her, and pressed a paw into the small of her back. Shoving her back down into the soil. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Running away from the loving embrace of your masters?” He teased her lightly.


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