Chapter .8.
worlds change
when eyes
meet.
d.j.
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I'm gritting my teeth as a new form of frustration rises in me.
Irritation from lack of food, and good sleep is seeping into me.
Two days in and still no wolves.
I had no food.
A rabbit had crossed my path early in the morning, scarring both me and itself as it raced across my feet.
I had stared silently after it, debating if I could shift and catch it.
But then I felt another weight settle in my stomach as I thought of all the steps that needed to be completed for the simple process of just consuming it.
Skinning, starting a fire, cooking.
All things that I didn't know.
I look up at the sky, holding my hand above to shadow my eyes from the dull light.
The day would soon be over.
A heaviness settles in my mind as my thoughts go back to that office.