As I fly off with my new found goodies I'm anxious to get off. I need to get going or Storm and Misty will track me down. I turn on the map-pad and I soon lose myself flicking through the maps trying to figure out exactly where I need to go. My iWatch is also flicking through to try and come up with something.
I've been flying for an hour and I decide to stop in a little hollow at the base of the mountain to have some food. As I bite into a chunk of spicy chicken thigh I realise how hungry I actually am. My stomach starts hollering for more food and I've soon eaten enough to fill a starving child. I stop short of eating a sandwich because I know I need to keep my supplies well. If Storm and Misty catch up, I might need to keep the meat for them too.
I drink a little coffee and as the warmth seeps through me I set off into the white wilderness. I can hear some howls of annoyance far behind me, but that means they're searching for me. I can't let them catch up; I don't want to hurt them more. It hurts me to leave Storm because he was one of my friends from the beginning. With Misty, it's like she's mine and we grew so close in the short time we were together because she feels so much gratitude to me for saving her.
As I trudge through the snow I have plenty of time to think. I know that I don't want to hurt Misty and Storm by letting them catch up but if I truly wanted to make it harder then I'd be flying. That way they wouldn't really be able to track me, but maybe, deep down inside, I want them to catch up because I want the company. That's the problem of being forever alone; you're forever wanting the company or forever distancing yourself from people who want to know you. But who wants to know me? Nobody, that's who.
Leo di Angelo. I mockingly scold. You should be a comedian with that attitude. If I was a comedian, no one would like my jokes, I'm too annoying. Look who's hiding now. I laugh at myself as I check my progress on my watch and continue to walk; I let my mind fall asleep as I settle into the repetitive task of just walking.
As I walk I follow a lone eagle flying high in the sky, and I imagine that maybe, if I really wanted it to be, it could be a dragon. As I think this, I feel myself changing. I start running using my hands to help propel me but when I look down I have paws. I'm finally a winged wolf. In that moment, I realise what happened with Lupa when I touched my forehead to hers. She passed part of herself on to me and I became like her, I fitted into the pack better.
Despite what Lupa's done for me, I'm still a lone wolf. I can't be part of a pack. I fit in well, but my persona won't allow me to settle for the dim excitements of rare fights with other packs. I need to be busy, and hunting food just doesn't fit that description.
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Alone in a Busy World
FantasyA young boy with talent is searching for his memories. When he recovers them, he's not sure if he'll be able to keep going. With the help of a kind wolf he finds a loving family and sets out to destroy the group that destroyed his life.
