Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure

                I have never wanted to be part of my pride ever since they watched my parents be killed and didn't do anything about it. One day, I ran off, and I didn't go back. I was a loner wolf. Never had anyone holding me back. I did my own thing for years. I howled at the moon every night and got the name cry wolf. As I watched prowls walk by me, they would whisper "Hey, was that cry wolf?" or "Wow, I see that she still isnt going back." After years of being alone, I had gotten use to it. Yea, its not normal to be on your own, as a wolf, but I would never go back. I have all the meat to myself, I have my own ledge were I look out over the forest every night, yea, lifes amazing.


I forgot what I was writing about, but I hope this is close to the topic.