In the darkness of the night, we were separated from each other, each taking our own path. Despite sharing the same goals and battles, our paths diverged. To make the most of our time, we dispersed to seek support and strength before regrouping.
Although I was reluctant to part ways with my companions, I knew it was the right decision. A pang of sadness hit me as I watched them disappear into the night. The night grew colder and I could feel the chill breeze through my fur coat. The moon overhead provided the only light to guide me on my journey, but I was uncertain of my destination.
I plotted my course based on the words of my master. He had once told me that no matter where I was, if I headed south, I would eventually reach our ancestral home on the hill. His words were cryptic but I followed his advice and set out on a fixed route toward the south without deviation. As I walked alone in the darkness, a mix of determination and apprehension filled me.
