Red Riding Hood

Chapter 2

One hour and two packed duffel bags later, Aspyn was headed out to experience the idiotically real setting that humans called a world. The sky was turning a violet orange color and the crisp sound of nature was slowly beginning to form, replacing the violent chirps birds had made on their way to adventure, seeking flight to new places. Just like Aspyn was. 

Aspyn wasn't new to traveling, yet she wasn't experienced either. The original plan was for Parker to provide a map, a tour guide to all safe havens Aspyn could seek refuge in. Yet after Parker set sight of Aspyn stampeding down the stairs- items in hand- he shushed her away with the flip of a hand and demanded she leave before he start crying. While Aspyn wasn't very experienced with traveling, she was however experienced in crying. It was sort of a thing in the household. Of course the crying was mainly caused from frustration or sorrow, but crying was crying nontheless.

Realizing that drowning in her own sorrow wouldn't help one bit, Aspyn stopped the whirlwind of memories and focused on life in front of her. A clear cut path had been in her view, neon green trees pushed to the side as if on a postcard. While everything seemed to be placed in it's own little home, sticks and rocks were thrown messily on the dirt pathway, as if a tornado had come in and blessed nature with yet another decoration.

The main exterior design that anyone would have noticed was that nighttime had fallen and the animals had gone home from a long day of playing. An average human would have already choked from fear, but Aspyn was use to the Red Woods. 

Aspyn scoffed thinking about the name. While her pack was centered in a place called something as simple as Red Woods, other packs were graced with longer names. Some names were the origins of long lost members, or a foreign name that stood for something stupid. As biased as it sounded, Aspyn was glad she grew up in a territory with a simpler name.

Before anything else could be said, footsteps were heard crunching against pebbles and fallen leaves. Footsteps that weren't Aspyns. Immediately, survival mode kicked in and Aspyn started running. The question on why she was running wasn't clear. Whether running was her grasp for a chance to live or if it was just an instinct wasn't sure. The only thing Aspyn was sure of was that she needed to get out of there as soon as possible. 

Wind. Throughout Aspyn's whole childhood she had made sure to never create enemies, and wind was starting to become her first. Aspyn knew that Red Woods was made completely of dirt and wind, but it hadn't ever occured to her exactly how powerful said wind could be. 

All of a sudden, the footsteps grew quicker, as if they were directly behind her. A new scent had invaded, but it wasn't a pleasing one. The scent carried a little bit of smoke, while the majority was alcohol. That was when she knew who it was. Her father. Yes, Aspyn had made wind her new enemy, but she had made her feet her new best friend. Running had become partial to her life and she knew that if she stopped for even the slightest second, she would be dead. Daughter or not. Aspyn knew that her father was aware of who it was that was running, but he wouldn't dare stop. He would do what ever he had to do to keep someone from becoming a run away.

That was when it started. The beginning to Aspyn's story never was planning the run away. Nor, was the beginning to her story saying goodbye to Parker. Aspyn's story started when a wolf jumped in between the tiny tree line and yanked her father down to the ground. Her story started as soon as the crack of her father's neck echoed throughout the entire territory.