Drabble:
I picked up my pace, running alongside the riverbed, running away from everything. From my mother and my brothers. From my duties. From my life. Everyone pressed so much responsibility on me. But I can't take it anymore. My paws pound the ground relentlessly, and every time my pads are cut by another sharp stone, I falter. But I have to escape. I have to escape this world. I can't live here anymore. I can hear the ferns rustling as I run, and familiar sounds ring in my ears. I stumble, suddenly doubting myself. And then the river swallows me up.