"This place..isn't it wonderful? I mean, it's beautiful! Look all around you. The land, the sky, it is all ours. We are the most noble of all creatures, aren't we? That's what my father told me. We are strong, and no one will ever break us. As long as we stick together."
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This place. I often think back to the days when it was something worth claiming, worth being a part of. We had it all. The land belonged to the wolves, and no one dared to think otherwise.But now..I hardly recognize anything. What was it we were ever fighting for in the first place? Nobody seems to care. It's as if all that we once held dear never had any value at all. Were we just kidding ourselves all along? Were we no better than any small, solitary creature, blinded by pride and false hope?
I remember when I was a pup. My father used to tell me such stories, about the great battles that our tribe used to fight. They were noble battles for noble causes, and we would march on undefeated at each battles end. I remember how those stories used to make me feel, and how it made my fur stand on end in excitement, as a chill rushed throughout my being. There was no better time to be a wolf, and there was no better tribe to which a wolf might belong.
Now, as I look out across the horizon, I feel reality grip me, as if these images of the past and the stories I was once told are nothing but the remnants of an old dream. There's nothing out there worth fighting for anymore, yet we continue to fight.�
It's useless.
I refuse to become one of them. These old dogs have let themselves become lost, and numb to anything other than their own visions and vain ambitions. They have turned cold. I won't lose hope though, because I refuse to believe that we were never any better than dreamers. I refuse to believe that the good days are dead and gone. There are a small few who truly remember what it used to be like, who long to see those days return. We are few, but together we are stronger than what we have let ourselves become.
I feel my paws hit the cold, wet ground, soaking up the morning dew and turning up the soft earth with each step I take. My heart has been heavy for so long. I savor the soft and gentle breeze as it plays through my fur and I feel a sudden hope envelop me and lift my spirits. The sun is moving on the horizon, and it seems to command my continued efforts, though I have grown so weary. My bones ache from the cold, but my heart is strong. If I can just keep moving, maybe I'll make it somewhere..maybe Lakai won't have to wait too much longer. I suddenly have a good feeling about today. I just have to trust myself.