Kitsu tucked stands of her silvery blackish hair behind her ears. (Yes, silvery-ish hair. Sorry I failed to mention this in the first chapter.) According to her mother, then was one of many things had gotten from her dad. She was still awake, even though it was nearly midnight. She had just finished stuffing some wild berries she had found under a into a small backpack under a loose floorboard, along a few scraps of bread, a container of water, a small knife with a chipped handle, and a small first aid kit with some items missing from it. There were also three roasted cobs of corn (roasted corns doesn't quite sound right), two of which had been given to her by an older girl in pity.

As bad as her situation was, Kitsu did not like pity. But as much as she hated to admit it, those cobs of corn had really helped with her plan. she had planned to steal a few, but the girl had saved her (most of) the trouble. Now she had only wrongly taken one cob. The villagers weren't even suspicious.

Gathering up her stuff, Kitsu jumped out the window and left. But a sharp thud made her stop cold. Someone.. someone was awake, other than her. She bolted, not looking back.

It was raining, and life was absolutely positively great. Kitsu walked on, not caring, with her back to the sinking moon. Her mind wandered back to an earlier time, when her mother was still alive. It hurt to think about her, but it also gave Kitsu a sense of security. She managed to navigate the forest with her mind off in a comepletely different place..

"Mother? Why don't I have... y'know..." asked a curious younger Kitsu, eyeing her mother's tail.

Her mother just smiled warmly. "The wild will bring that out of you, little one, and when that happens, you will know that it is time to chose."

"Choose? Okay..."

Her mother chuckled. "Don't worry, my little pup. You don't have to understand just yet.

The image faded, replaced by an image Kitsu just wanted to forget..

Her last memory of her mother.

"Mo..ther..?" She was sick with a high fever, and her mind was fuzzy.

"Don't w-worry my dear, I'll-I will be r-right back w-with something for your f-fever.."

"But.. mother..! You're .. injured.."

"Don't.. worry, I'll be f-fine." And she headed off, giving Kitsu her warm, loving smile for the last time.

Less than an hour later, her corpse was dragged back...

"Don't look at us like that; her death was your own fault!"

"Yeah, you useless little sh*t!"

"It's true and you know i-

She was yanked out her thoughts when she was suddenly propelled forward, having tripped on a root. She tried to regain her balance, but a combination of her tiredness, the slipperiness (I didn't know that was a word) of the ground, and the fact that her mind was still clinging on to the memories of her mother made it so she twisted around awkwardly and fell onto a bush.

She wanted to get up, but she wasn't able to force her body to obey. After all, she hadn't slept and it was well past midnight. She would be fine here, said a small part of her mind. It was the wild, where she belonged..

And with that she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Y'know, that was short. Eh heh, heh, heh,... (sorry).