Being a rogue is brutal. The first few days when I was out on my own, every small sound would quickly make me trip up. I've never been away from home this long, and I know that the woods are surrounded by different supernatural beings.
At night, I'll find a secluded tree trunk or bury myself under some branches in wolf form to keep warm and sleep, not so peacefully. There's no rush for me to arrive at the mountains. I know where I'm headed, but in my current state, I don't know how I'll be received.
One morning, as I'm walking in human form through the forest, I begin to hear the sound of laughter and running. I shouldn't have, but the sounds were so innocent and playful that I started to trek in their direction. Just over a small hill, I look down at a fresh spring where a young man and
