For Your Dining Pleasure
Ch.2

It was still cold out but not as cold as the rainy day before. As Rena weaved her way through the alleys she couldn't help but think about Remy. He had saved her life; did that mean that Rena owed him? Do you have to repay some one who saved your life even if you didn't want to be saved? She knew that she said her dept was repaid because she showed Remy the way back, but was that enough? Rena walked around lost in her own thoughts. When she finally came to she found that she was standing in front of a familiar shed. She circled the broken down shed slowly, thinking to herself. This place was so familiar… where had she seen it before? The rotten wood, the hole in the roof, the way the whole poorly built structure stood slightly askew, all of it was so familiar… Suddenly it hit her, this was her old home. Her breath caught in her throat, this was the old abandoned shack that her pack inhabited and claimed as their home. She felt tears well up in her eyes.

"No," she said to herself, "I won't cry." She clenched her fist as all the memories came flooding back to her. In a surge of energy Rena dashed away hoping that if she ran fast enough, she could leave the memories behind. In her mind, she heard the screams and squeals of her pack. She ran faster. She remembered the chaos and confusion. She ran even faster. Maybe if she ran fast enough the memories couldn't catch up to her. Her vision was blurred with tears and she couldn't see where she was going but she refused to stop. She had to escape her memories. She remembered Roland, her precious Roland. It was her fault he was gone. It was her fault. All of it was her fault. She closed her eyes tight but didn't stop running.

Eventually she started to slow her run down and in a matter of time, she had stopped completely but she couldn't stop crying. She leaned her back against a wall and sobbed into her paws. Why did she survive when no one else did?

"Rena?"

Rena jumped hearing her own name. She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and turned to see who was talking. "You again?" she said to Remy who was looking at her concerned.

"Were you just crying?" Remy asked worried.

"No. What do you care anyway?"

Why did he care? He thought to himself, he hardly even knew Rena. He shook his head, all he knew was that the thought of her sad made his heart hurt. "Why were you crying?"

"I just told you I wasn't crying!" she yelled. Why wouldn't he go away?

"It's okay," he said looking away, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"What's there to tell? I wasn't crying!" she snapped back.

Remy smiled a sad smile, "of course." He said.

"I wasn't!"

"Okay, I believe you." He said.

"I wasn't!" Rena yelled again still feeling the need to prove herself.

"I know." he said, then to change the subject, "you hungry?"

She was starving but she wouldn't say so. Remy took her silence as a confirmation. He unfolded the napkin package he was holding and handed Rena a piece of the French bread that was inside. Rena hesitantly reached out for it. She had never had fresh French bread before, she thought to herself as she took a bite. It was so soft and buttery. She glanced up at Remy who was smiling at her. Why was he being so nice? Rena suddenly blushed, "Look, I should get going okay?"

Remy nodded a little disappointed, "yeah, okay." He said. She nodded then took off in the opposite direction, she didn't know where she was going but she knew she wanted to get away. The cold air ruffled her fur as she ran but still her face felt hot.