choose, he was mad. Why the hell had he joined that pack? The leaders
were cowards, running away from their old pack. Conceiving. How selfish.
He padded along, his head low, a bit below shoulder height. Pale eyes seemed
to be lit with what appeared to be utter confusion, and anger. He did not know
what to do.
Suddenly, the wolf stepped on a thorn...from where, he had no idea. "Fuck!"
he snarled hastily, throwing his head back. Ugh. It seemed like things were getting
worse and worse. He brought himself down onto a pile of dried leaves, licking at
his slightly bleeding pad. Eyes narrowed, and he grunted. He was fuming. How
was he to let this frustration out? Why did he join this pack? He could not speak
a word of it to other wolven... why? Oh, that's right! Because they are cowards!
The wolf was so stressed that he almost broke into a distraught laugh as he thought
of them. Boy, was he a fool. Hunting a goat for them... obeying them.
Jedd now lay in the leaves, sighing quite loud. His eyes fell upon a rabbit, which was
feeding about thirty yards away. Its tawny pelt blended in well with its surroundings,
this interesting forest in which he had stumbled upon. It was quite lovely, he had to
admit...better than those damn mountains that he busted his ass on.