No More Hunting

Her howl has ceased to rebound through the night sky, and the nighttime creatures no not whether to be more cautious or at ease. Little do they know, they are the furthest thing from her mind at the moment. Nose to the ground, her tail flicks up now and then to keep from getting too dirty. She was sulking, and she knew it, but the mood had taken her, and she refused to be shaken from it. Her wanderings finally took her to the lake, and she sat herself in front of it.

The moon was a mere sliver in the sky, but the light was enough to maintain its form on the shifting waters before her. She sat, glaring at the lake as her mind wandered elsewhere. Whatever paths may have existed were of no use now. The scent was gone. She'd lost their tracks.

Rage had been her initial reaction, but that had quickly shifted into some odd mixture of abandonment and self-fury. How could they? Why did it all matter? She'd needed them... She didn't need anyone. The emotions had run their course until all that was left was exhaustion. So, laying down, she glanced up at the moon once more, wondering where they lay beneath it tonight. Lingering emotions all drifted away, seemingly being absorbed into the damp earth like water. All but the most basic of attachments, for even now, she still wished to run with them once more. But for the sake of her own sanity, she could not allow herself to chase after those who'd left her behind anymore.