Early the next morning. Ember walks along the desolate road, it is before anyone else has risen, the sun has hardly made itself known, the light is low and the solitary rays of the sun are just starting to peak through the thick wall of trees. They extend her slow moving shadow, making her look as lonely as she feels, she didn’t sleep well at all, she doesn’t feel comfortable in that building anymore, it isn’t her home, no one really wants her there, she feels like hands are on her back slowly forcing her off the pack lands, how happy they will be the day that she finally packs her bag.
Finding her mate is supposed to be a joy now it is starting to feel like a necessity.
Leaving her pack is meant to feel like she always has a place to return, instead she feels like her home doesn't exist
