Farther and farther her feet had taken Finn, deeper into the land she was now to call home. It was a strange feeling, wandering around this place without worrying about trespassing. The word was still alien, though, still foreign. Home? How long would this home last? Would it be a temporary place of shelter? Would she stay here through the winter, and then move on when it suited her? Finn didn’t know, there were so many questions. There had been plenty before, but the pile was growing higher and higher now that she actually had to interact with others on a daily basis she would actually have to start shifting through them.
Starting with houses. Finn pressed her nose through the bars in the fence, staring up with trepidation at the looming building. It was still quite intact, perhaps the wolves here had repaired it. There was quite a contrast between this place and the ruins of Halifax. She hated everything about it, from the dark, cavernous windows, to the dull, dead bricks. The thought of going inside made her skin crawl. But she’d have to learn. She’d have to try to like it. The gray wolf sighed through her nose, and squeezed through a gap in the fence. Her ribs, thin to begin with, had very little fat on them.
Hunting was never great for a lone wolf but lately, as the months grew colder, small prey was becoming more scarce too. She hadn’t eaten for a couple days, but it didn’t bother her. She’d traveled farther on less. Fought with less. Finn crossed the grass with her customary, swift, lengthy strides. The clouds above were already a stormy, bluish colour, but the shadow of the hotel blocked out the last of the sun. Finn hesitated, setting a paw on the threshold and peering through the open door. There were scents here, and some were recent, but none were fresh. She still felt like an intruder, even now.
”Figures,” She muttered, sitting down at the door. Always on the outside, looking in. Finn truly wished she could do away with all these feelings, murder them in their sleep. Then she wouldn’t be bothered. Then, everything would be sunshine and rainbows and she could return to the happy-go-lucky way of life she’d led before. Well, relatively happy-go-lucky. That is, if you thought happy-go-lucky meant running around, picking fights and getting marked up. Finn enjoyed that, she really did, and she missed fighting. But she had to be on her best behavior now.
She had to be a good, obedient little dog or else she’d get herself whipped. Still, the desire thrummed through her veins, the longing for the adrenaline that only came with life and death situations. But she just had to add that to her list of feelings to assassinate and everything would be all right.