A/N You'll only understand what's happening if you were a part of this specific roleplay. Credit to Nebby for creating the original extensive fantasy world of the Pack Of Hollows. Credit to the owners of all the characters mentioned. The rest of y'all, be confused.
Original A/N As you may know, I have not been on rping lately! *whacks self with newspaper* I left off when Crystal was, yet again, planning to run away (good grief,) and a ton has happened in the rp since, so I've decided to re-enter by assuming she did run away and bringing her back to the pack again. This is kind of a little side story I had fun with making that I felt didn't belong in the rp chat, due to length and a bunch of side characters from my own little universe, so enjoy!
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["Aw deer dung! I've passed this way three times!"] ————————————————————— "Rats!"
The juvenile wolf never thought things through. And when she did, her logic was usually flawed. She had found the pack by accident, and it was hard to get to if you didn't know what you were looking for. Now it was winter, she was going the other way, and everything looked different. She kept seeing a tree or a landmark, something that looked familiar only to pass it three more times and eventually give up for the day in an exhausted heap. She'd thought of her hasty escape: She'd meant to say goodbye to Jazzy first, but when the older wolf's questioning blue eyes had bore into her, she didn't know what to say, and ran away without a word. Many nights later she had arranged a plan to meet with Toby, but he'd must've forgotten about it because he wasn't at the meeting place. When she went to wake him up, she'd almost gotten caught and had to dash away. She grabbed some random herbs from the den, a mouthful of elk and snuck into the forest just as another wolf had gotten up. She'd figured she have to leave the territory quickly; they'd be looking for her soon as the sun began to rise.
When she'd finally reached the old wooden barn, after a full day of sore paws, she found it empty, and she crashed to the floor with a whine. Dusty was sure to come back soon. Usually she was here by early evening, but the place was strangely empty. Her stomach protested after a full day of traveling and she wondered where she might find something to eat. The only thing she had consumed today was a strangely inert rabbit, that had practically walked straight into her jaws. It had been wiry and tough and had a strange, sickly taste to it, and Crystal had only managed to choke down a few bites. Now she was paying the price, but her leaden paws and droopy eyes were too much, and she knew she wouldn't be hunting until she'd at least had a nap. Though her stomach protested, she began to drift off, sailing away into the world of sleep...
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