take me back to those days

Tessi wasn't adapting well to this new environment. Not nearly as well as she'd thought she would. As she padded down the sure, her mind was trying to run away from her in ten different directions as her gaze fell to the ground before her. Everything was going all wrong, she kept thinking. When she'd left her family she'd firmly believed that she'd been strong enough now to be able to handle herself in a wolf's environment. She'd be able to coup with having to rely on herself to get food and shelter and keep warm when it got cold, but it was slowly turning out to not be the case. She was in fact fairing very poorly at certain parts of it. Particularly interacting with other wolves. Some loners where friendly enough, but others just wanted to be left alone to mind their own business. And others, others only had interest in taking what they wanted for themselves and to hell with what it caused. Tessi couldn't lie to herself, she'd fallen short.

It wasn't so bad when she was just on her own, no. She was good enough at hunting small game to keep her belly satisfied, and thanks to her size, shelter was easy to find as well. But she was having a great deal of trouble finding in in her to steal herself away and stand bold and strong. At night it was less like finding a place to rest her head and more like finding a place to hide. And what made it even worse was how she acted around males. They scared her. Around wolves in general she was having trouble keeping her voice but sometimes she just froze up and didn't know what to do. No sooner did this thought cross her mind that she looked up and spotted the other male looking out across the waters. His scent having brought her to a sudden state of alertness.

Once again, her spirit failed her. Her first reaction was to attempt to run before her body caught up with her mind, but it failed terribly. her muscles jolted as she tried to launch herself away from the beach and break into a run, but it all went wrong and she just went rigid. He had that look in his eyes, and his face with his lips drawn back in a blood thristy snarl. She could feel his fangs closing down on her neck in her mind as she looked at him. His mind was else where. It intrigued her as much as it did frighten her. For the moment all she could do was sit there and stair at him with a confused and puzzled look on her face. The idle thought crossed her mind though, that perhaps maybe he was a soul in pain, and maybe that wasn't as bad a thing it looked. But for the moment, she didn't have the heart to but faith in that stray a notion. So to her it was exact what it was. Just an idle thought.