I barley slept that night. The thought of leaving the pack forever clouded my mind. This is horrible!

Where will I get food? Where will I get water? Where will I even sleep!? The thoughts swirled around in

my head. After a restless nights sleep, in woke up when dawn warmed my fur. Hardly anyone was

awake, and a low Misty fog was on the ground. I got up, and started my journey to the edge of sunset

pack territory. But on the way, I saw one wolf that was awake and stranded at the mouth of their den.

It was flame. "Where are you going, Misty?" He whispered. I looked over at him and sighed.

"You'll find out soon, flame." I mumbled. Flame tried to follow me and talk to me but I ran off

too quickly. When I reached the edge of territory, I took a rest. I looked down a t camp, and sighed.

"Goodbye, sunset pack. Goodbye, flame."

I dashed through the forest, chasing after a squirrel. The squirrel leapt to the side, cutting me off.

I grumbled and started walking the other way. "I'm SO sick of the forest... " I sighed.

"I need to get out in the plains... But where are they? Ugh, I have no sense of direction." I said.

I sniffed the air, but the scent of pine was endless.

I took a deeper sniff, and caught a faint scent of elk.

"That's perfect! I'll get to the plains AND get a meal!" I smiled.

After about an hour of wandering, I gave up on finding the plains. "This is useless!" I grumbled, kicking

a stone. My tender paw pad hit the stone, giving me a bruise, though I ignored the pain.

Suddenly, I could smell the scent of elk very clearly. I followed the scent, my paws aching from

the rock and walking. Suddenly, I reached the edge of the forest, and yipped a cheerful bark.

I followed the ok scent across a chunk of the grassy land, and found an elk carcass by the creek.

"Yum, this is perfect!" I smiled, staring down at the elk.

Just as my teeth dug into the elk's flesh, I heard a fierce howl.

I looked up in surprise, to see a black lone wolf with scars stretched across his face and side.

"What do you think your doing, WINGED WOLF?!" He snarled. His gruff voice nearly scared me out of

my fur. "I... I... I didn't know... " I stammered.

The wolf groaned. "Beasts like you should learn to keep there paws OFF another wolf's dinner!"

"S-s-sorry, sir... I... I... Won't bother you again..." I whimpered.

"YOU BETTER NOT!" The wolf snapped as he threw his paw at my face.

The black wolf left a bloody wound across my forehead. I panicked and ran after that, blood running

down my face. I heard the wolf growl at a coyote who had gotten to his 'dinner' while he was

scolding me. At least I wasn't that poor coyote, who was more unfortunate then me.

I got to the river, and cleaned my wound in the clear water. I sat by the river and sighed.

"Well, this is what it's like, being a loner like me... I could almost wish to go back to that horrible pack..."

I gazed at my reflection, thinking about what I would do. But ther was nothing I could do.

I was alone.