Status: completed

Solitude Does No Good

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Trudging through the snow, Micah tried to remember how much further he had to get to the town but his usual landmarks were missing in the darkness and snow. He knew he’d know when he reached it, but for now he could only keep moving. It was dangerous for him to be out alone since he was a rouge wolf and looking over his shoulder was a constant as he shifted through the storm.

On more than a few occasions, he’d run into packs. More often than not he would get himself into nasty fights before making it out. Some often him a place, but he always refused. The thought of a new pack sent shivers down his spine and if he would be in one, it would be with him as Alpha. Or someone he trusted with his life, an impossible feat nowadays.

His nose pressed down into the snow and Micah stopped, using his front paws to dig down into the snow until he hit ice. The river. Now that he was getting closer, there was a sense of urgency in him which was something familiar when he thought about the matter at hand.

Danika.