habits

She had left her siblings- abandoning them to whatever game they desired. She didn't have time for games or the interest to play them. Her family made her so mad these days! They acted like nothing had happened. They'd lost everything! Then they'd ended up in this stupid pack in the South, and she didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be anywhere. She wanted her Momma, and that's the one thing she couldn't have. She'd managed to ditch Greek, which was a welcome relief. She just wanted to be alone, and her wandering had found a small pool of water- left over from recent rain no doubt, and she sat down heavily beside it.

With a bored expression she batted rocks into the pool, lost in her own mind and thoughts. She felt numb, as she'd felt since she'd found her Daddy with Momma. Was she broken?! Why couldn't she feel. Lifting her left paw, she bit into it- hard and let out a squeak of pain. Well she could still be hurt! Shaking it, she felt tears slip from her eyes. "I'm sorry, Momma." She whispered. She just couldn't shake the cold feeling that she was the reason that Momma was dead.