ChickenarmyBabysitter

"Anahita!"

Anahita scrambled into a nearby brush just as a group of wolves burst into a clearing, growls sounding in their throats. "Where'd she go?" A wolf rasped, scenting the clearing. The wolves milled around, searching for her scent. "There!" A wolf dove into the bush just as she leapt out of the brush, driven by fear. The wolves chased after her, but the young adolescent was faster, running faster and faster into the deep forest.

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CB trotted through the woods, back bristling as she felt the rain soak into her pelt. It hadn't been long since she had ran away- she was still an adolescent. But she was afraid.

She flattened her ears against her head, preventing rain from trickling into her ears, which would be a pain. Her surroundings were blurred by the rain and darkness of the night, the scents masked by the musty smell of rain.

She was trapped. Trapped in the rain.

CB briefly paused, glancing around, looking for temporary shelter. Seeing a large tree, she scampered under it, shaking the raindrops from her beige fur. Letting out a relieved breath, she sunk to her belly, resting comfortably.

The rain shifted to a rhythmic sound, leaves rustling on the branches above. Once in a while a drop of rain fell on CB, but she didn't mind. She was warm, safe and comfortable, at least for the moment. Her eyes began to close. She fought to stay awake, but the journey across the woods had exhausted her. She slipped into a deep sleep.

When she opened her eyes, the sun was shining. A warm glow was cast on CB's back, and the sky was a bright blue. Birds chirped happily, the dewdrops on the leaves sparkling in the sunlight. CB smiled, taking in the calm scene. The forest was a beautiful place, if you could ignore other rogue wolves and threats.

She pulled herself up from the shady spot, glancing around. Where could she go? Maybe if she travelled around, she'd find another pack to join, or some other place that would accept her. She wandered around the forest, occasionally darting away to chase a mouse, or bark at a bird.

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It had been many weeks since that day. Spring was coming to an end, and CB could feel the warmer winds of Summer on the breeze. She rose, quiet.

She was now a full grown wolf, fur glossy as silk, with eyes like warm hazel. She sniffed the air, taking in the smell of bountiful prey. She sighed softly, then turned away. She trotted down the steep hill, quickening her pace.

Suddenly she paused. An odd scent was in the air- the scent she'd almost forgotten. 

Wolf.

It came from the deep forest, not too far away from where she was now. Did she dare to investigate?

CB crept towards the scent, taking in the wolf's stats and personality. The wolf's name was Chicken- and he was a male, not much older than her. Maybe the same age. He had dark brown to brown fur, white underfur, and startling blue eyes. He seemed like a rogue, for he smelled of no pack.