living daze

The news of Bass’ leave shocked her, but not to the core. She had always been somewhat carefree, and believed that if a wolf wanted to leave, they could. Why should this not apply to leaders if it applies to all other wolves? As far as the young Oceana girl could tell, Allen would be able to hold his own at leaders. She wondered how many of the Destructions were leaving. Were all of Bass’ children going with him and Wren? She hoped not. She had not been around this pack for her entire life, but she had been there long enough to make friends. She had two friends. Exactly two. Lark, who was a Destruction, and Tinaro, who was another Abaven orphan.

Her parents weren’t dead, but they might as well be. When she caught Lark’s scent, a bit of hope flickered inside of her. He hadn’t left, and that meant she still had two friends she could talk to or even hang out with. “Lark?” She would ask as she put up a slight jog to catch up to him.