Intro-
My whole life has been animals and the mountains, pastures and fields. Ever since I was little that has been my life, is it too much of a crime to want something different? I've always been the perfect little girl, when inside I'm just too scared of being judged.
As I grew I gave up on the 'perfect' title. I just lost myself being who I wanted to be. I started becoming a loner that no one wanted to be around. I have trust issues, and everyone treats me like I have a disease. We live miles off from the nearest town, we settled in a nice small village. My parents are together, and I have to say I have a good life growing up.
We lived on a nice ranch, and everyone knew everyone. I needed to leave, I wanted to live a life away from here. I wanted to express who I was- be wild and free.
I wanted to explore a land no one saw before. I wanted to stay in the same atmosphere but somewhere different.
I moved to a small cabin just a bit outside Yellowstone, away from everyone. I had a small ranch like before, but I was isolated. It was the year 2052 and somehow the wolves had lost their reputation. They were sought to be demons, and people put them on the run. They were all thought to be dead, I don't know what happened... but I refused to believe it. Something urged me on telling me, there were still some left...