The Wolf shared this tale where many would never even begin to look. The years had been unkind and the grandeur that had once graced his home was an empty shell. The Fox, so long sought after, could have at last been his alpha, but she decided that a gift given freely was not nearly as fun as one stolen, so she moved on to lands that seemed more bright. The Wolf understood that the Fox was going to end up stuck in a trap as usual, but there was nothing he could do to prevent it unless he knew where she had gone. So, now, as always, the Wolf continued on his life of solitude and loneliness, remembering all he had loved and lost.
Preston Halcomb "The Hunted" Sleepy - 11 years, 6 months, 8 days ago

I howl to no answer,
I run but the path is empty,
I sniff but the den is gone,
True selves wish to come,
Again out into the dark,
The light of the moon and,
The power of the blood,
Calls us forth to play.

Our predators are our masters,
Our reminders are our scars,
Our friendship is deep and wide,
Our laughter fills the ebon cave.
Preston Halcomb "The Hunted" Sleepy - 14 years, 6 months, 19 days ago

The nights... the days... they mix in and mash together. The winds coming from the forest are changing, and the Wolf didn't like it one bit. Many things he thought were better were worse. Many other things he hadn't worried about for some time were rearing their ugly heads again.

"There is no time like the present", he thought. But that thought was squashed by fear.

There were many times in the past that he would have just spoken his mind... but the time for honesty was evidently over, if it had ever really existed. When you've been told that you shouldn't say or think things long enough, it must start to worm itself into your mind.
Preston Halcomb "The Hunted" Sleepy - 14 years, 6 months, 19 days ago

Hmm... part of him was lost again... did it have to insist on losing itself so often? The Wolf knew that the last time this happened, it took quite some time to recover. But there is no telling the rhyme or reason that these things occur. You could avoid the stimulus that caused it, but to do that you'd cause yourself more pain than good.
Preston Halcomb "The Hunted" Sleepy - 14 years, 10 months, 16 days ago

It is time, the Wolf thought, to shed the camouflage that he had lived under. The place of comfort that he inhabited had become a prison of conflicting desires. The end of this time was long in coming, but much needed. He'd allowed himself to become too tame, to much of a dog for the pleasure of his owner. But that too, as all things, must change with time. Now he was once again lost to the sounds of the night, alone and unafraid, filled with both sorrow, and possibility.
Preston Halcomb "The Hunted" Sleepy - 15 years, 8 days ago