Raevin

Twelve Bright Moons. Twelve Bright Moons had passed on the night that Raevin took her tentative steps outside the fences surrounding the fields that she has called home since her birth here at the human's farm. For twelve Bright Moons, she had undergone near constant training by the hands of the humans, spending hours each day learning how to guide the strange creatures - these "sheep", as her mother kept calling them - into different areas of the farm at the humans' shrill commands. For twelve Bright Moons, she endured countless aggressive charges, stomps, bites and kicks from these awful creatures. Why? What for? Why was she supposed to do these things? Why was she expected to follow the words of the humans? She always thought that the chase was fun, and even the adrenaline of an aggressive individual was a little invigorating to her. Still, she could never understand why the humans' seemed to get abnormally aggressive with her whenever she struck back, whenever she bit at the heels of the herd, whenever she cut them off to scatter them into easy prey. Isn't that what they wanted? Didn't they want her to catch the prey? Why did they shriek at her and lock her away in the barn overnight after she had successfully brought down her first young lamb, and even brought it to the humans as a gift? Why?

The questions swirling in her mind only got quieter as she pushed her way through the broken fence, the edges now dulled from her previous outings over the last few Bright Moons. The familiar howl that always sung from beyond the hills each night only drew her on further, and as her paws carried her deeper into the un-grazed grass, she felt a new sense of peace, of tranquility. The thick grasses concealed her just as the hay in the barn once did, and it only gave her the surprise advantage as she came upon the silvery pelt of the singer she had heard so many times before. Despite their obvious size differences, Raevin could immediately tell that the young male wolf was intimidated by her presence, and she used that to her advantage as she asked her questions, invading the wolf's space with confident steps. He nervously answered as many questions as he could, informing the canine of the lives of wolves and the world they lived in. The more he spoke, the more Raevin knew she had found what she was looking for: the place where she was meant to be.