The wet seasons have come around once more, signalling the anniversary of my freedom as an adult wolf. I have already celebrated the memory by dashing up onto the cliff where my life as a wolf officially started and howling as loud as I can as the sun rises. I make sure to do this every year, I make the long journey up slippery slopes and narrow pathways, heading towards the top. Each year the terrain gets more and more dangerous, but, it's worth it when I get up there and feel the soft, warm glow of the sun on my drenched blue and grey coat... nothing could ever be better in my eyes.
I thought it would be best to seek mother's advice before the weather got too harsh because it might be too difficult to navigate the mountain and road in a storm, So, one night, I quickly run down the hard gravel road that leads toward my old house, determined to speak with mother and thinking of all the great memories I created there throughout my whole life... Instantly tough I stop in my tracks as I catch sight a dim orange light, illuminating from one of the closed windows of my old home, mom's home... I briefly consider turning back and trying to figure out how to solve this problem on my own but I hastily shake the thought away and start to walk slowly down the road again, even more determined than before. My breath gets caught in my throat as I walk down even more and I catch sight of the red car that mother drives. I find it hard to breath even as I rest on my haunches, My large paws only inches away from the small dirt pathway that leads up to my home - wait, did I even have the right to call it "home" anymore? Am I still a resident of the large, isolated house or have I been evicted by now? I have no idea... I can't go back now... I push myself to my feet and slowly plod along the rough ground toward the light of what seems like, quite a few burning candles. Before I even know it, I'm sitting on my haunches again, but this time, my paws rest on the first step to the house, my fluffy tail swaying over the edge and smothering the dark tip in mud. I lift my paw, claws outstretched, ready to try to get Hana's attention when doubt strikes again... Maybe I shouldn't do this, maybe she has friends over! What would I do? What COULD I do? What would they think if they saw a large, furry wolf on their friends doorstep? What would they do to Hana? To me? No, I can't think like that, I came here to do a job and I'm NOT leaving until it's finished! Setting aside my fears I growl in anger at my thoughts and slam my paw down on the wooden door before sliding it down the frame with as much mite as I can muster, hoping the scratching sounds will alert mom to my presence. I sit there for minutes on end just running my paw up and down this door, mother still not noticing me. I pull my paw down with even more mite and growl in frustration, getting annoyed at the fact that it seems like mother is ignoring me... Soon enough though, I hear footsteps nearing the door, hopefully they belong to mom or Yuki. I carefully place my paw down and wait a second for the foorsteps to stop . I jump back slightly as the heavy wooden door slides open to reveil a beautiful woman with short, black hair falling down perfectly to her shoulders. She doesn't seem to see me for a moment as she looks around in confusion, expecting whoever was at the door to be a human, yet soon enough, she looks down to me and gasps as I start to shrink away from the house. Suddenly, she starts to cry, tears streaming down her face and into her wide but sad smile, the one that she puts on for show... I should have come back sooner, I should have been with her to support her and keep her from being lonely. The last three years must have been hell for her...
What have I done?