She was back.
And this time she wasn't going to try and join some stupid savages pack.
Got to find him.. that dumb wolf.. find....Marmota monax... find him.. got to find him.. him.. find.. got to...wolf.. Her thoughts circulated between finding the male who bit her and naming trees or animals that passed her by. Anne was slowly losing her sense of right and wrong. At first when Nina had told her that she should stay away from other wolves, Anne had agreed with her. Stay away from other wolves so that she didn't give whatever she had to the whole population.
However now she was not able to think correctly.
A need to bite something. To destroy whatever she was biting would sometimes take hold of her. At first Anne fought it. Then weeks went by, and she felt less and less need to fight the sensation. The need. Especially when other things began happening.
Once in a while that annoying tick would freeze her whole left side. Sometimes it would last seconds. Then there were times that she wouldn't be able to move correctly for minutes until her side would unlock itself. She worried more about this than the need to bite things.
Then there was a second problem that began happening. Her throat would almost close up when her body was stuck frozen for a short time. Then when her side would unlock her throat would stay tight for a number of hours after. It made it hard for her to drink and eat anything. This worried her even further. Though most of the time her thoughts were of humans and wolves both betraying her. Worry dripped away into hate for anyone who was able to live happily in this place called earth.
An hour passed and Anne finally huffed to a stop looking down at the world below. From there she might be able to see any wolves who dared approach her sickly scent. Find him.. that stupid wolf.. find..wolf.. bastard.. Her thoughts echoed as the need to bite took her. She gritted her teeth gnawing on her cheeks while pushing unknowingly herself closer to the pack that lived upon the mountains.