"Darkness...so many creatures are afraid of you...yet I find you comforting, motherly almost. You protected me from humans when they wanted my fur...protected me from my own pack when they exiled me...
How can darkness be bad? How can it be scary? How, if it protected someone like me? Like me...
Then why call it darkness if someone can still see through it? Can they?...Maybe only I am able to, as a wolf?
Oh...the sun is almost set, that's good, I can finally get out of this cave. It's cold and so silent...just like everything else...I wonder what's out there during the daylight...
The grass looks particularly soft today...maybe it rained again when I was asleep...
What's this?...Oh it's sticky on my hand...oh just resin...gross now my hand's dirty, how disgusting...mother would scold me for sure..
Mother huh...it's been so long, I wonder if she's still alive...she probably doesn't even care where I am now or how I am doing...who would want an offspring like me after all...like me huh...
What's someone 'like me' like?...Is that even something bad? Or is it something actually good?
'Remember who you are' my parents always told me...but how can I remember if I never knew who I am to begin with?...Adults know so many things that us young creatures don't...or maybe it's just me who doesn't understand...
Oh wow that's a big tree over there...and so many footprints...mhh, they look like herbivores except for these ones...foxes I think..
And these...deer? Could it be...that half human and half fawn that I saw some days ago? It didn't run away when it saw me...that is so strange...these are fresh, maybe it's still around! Maybe...
Maybe what? Am I really thinking that an herbivore would trust me and magically be friends with me? I must be going crazy, really...get a hold of yourself Udiel...
And even if that somehow happened it's too dark anyways, herbivores don't stay out in the darkness...which I never understood really, they could hide so much better...or maybe not...
I wish herbivores didn't run away from me all the time...I have so many questions to ask them...maybe we could find peace among all the species...
Who am I kidding, that's almost impossible...if not completely...there will always be conflict and who am I to try and change that? Just a lone wolf exiled from his pack...
Mh...these hoofprints lead towards the deeper part of the forest...should I follow them? What if I scare the poor creature away? I wouldn't want that...I don't want the young fawn to fear me already..
I suppose it is worth a try...let's follow these and see where they lead me to...
Wow this forest is really big isn't it? I feel so...small here compared to where I used to live...
There's so much green, but also so many colors thanks to berries and flowers...I feel so out of place here all dressed in black...no wonder everyone's scared of someone like me here...like me...
I wonder if they've ever seen one of my kind before...maybe they have so that is why they are so scared...if only they knew I mean no harm instead...
Would the young fawn be scared of me? Maybe not...but even if it wasn't...how would I even start the approach? What if it doesn't speak my language?...What if we cannot communicate? Then every effort would be in vain....
Or would it really? Maybe the fawn will see I mean no harm to it...
Hm...I feel like I'm being watched...yet...the air doesn't smell weird or anything...just the forest's smell...
I see no one around nor anything weird...maybe I'm overthinking as usual...how shameful, a powerful wolf of my bloodline overthinking about futile stuff like this...my ancestors are definitely disappointed in me and I don't blame them...who wouldn't be disappointed in someone like me. Like me...
I shouldn't get distracted...I better find the fawn before it gets too dark, wouldn't want to wake it from its sleep...that would definitely scare the poor creature...
Oh that's a very small lake...incredibly tiny I'd say...it does give some light through the reflection of the moon...such a beautiful scenery...I wish I had grown up in a place like this...
Instead all I know are the harsh rocks of the mountains that become cold and slippery when winter comes...so many of us got hurt or died because of it...ah winter, I indeed do dread it...
I wonder how the young fawn gets through it...does it have a shelter? I hope so...it looks so fragile and delicate...small too.
Am I really worrying for someone who I don't know?...Well it could be my very first friend...seeing a friendly face from time to time would not be that bad...
Wait...what's this sound? Steps...they're so soft...seems like they're counting them? I wonder...Could it be?....
The young fawn?..."