𝒜𝓃𝓏𝑜𝓁𝒶

ANZOLA watched the pup disappear. The storm-eyed pup was here longer than she was, because when the female wolf was deposited into the place, the pup was already there. He never told her his name, and responded to the name Storm whenever she called out that nickname.

At least, he responded in the first few weeks.

Anzola watched Storm deteoriate, become more withdrawn. His muffled howling every night would wake her up, and she would always see him stare at the Outside with eyes full of tears.

She'd never thought that he would actually step outside, however. If she did, perhaps things would have been different. Perhaps he wouldn't be gone now. Or maybe it would have made no difference. Anzola didn't know, and she never would.

Spoiler🌠 Chased Wolf - Will be deleted if chased again.