In this post, i want you to include whatever you think that goes with the title. Drugs or Sex will do. (i will put the M tag later, if this works.
Word Count→000::OOC: Secui form. Later on Optime 
Happyness was bubbling back in Cercatori d' Arte. Orin gave birth to three new pups, and everybody was happy. Then...why she wasn't? Why couldn't she be happy like the others? The answer was simple. She felt excluded.
Since she had arrived to CdA she had tried to show friendly and all, and she had met a lot of people. But she didn't feel like she had made any friends. In fact, she was sure about it. She had no friends.
So early that morning she had grabbed her statchel from her hut and walked away from CdA's packlands, wanting to get away from everything. Maybe this was exaggerated, but she couldn't stand being inside the packlands for now. She had walked for hours towards the north, only diverting from her route when she smelled foreign packlands. The air seemed to refresh her mind, while the grass caressed her paws. As the time passed, she stopped thinking, until her paws moved by themselves, carrying the shadowy wolfess further.
As she moved, she spotted some buildings in the distance, and began to walk towards there, curious. As she got closer, more buildings came to view, much more. It was a city. Sankara moved faster until she broke into a run. But there was only curiosity, not excitement. The woman stopped past some buildings, staring at nothing. It was surely a big and interesting place, but her curiosity faded away as she began to think by herself again. A gloomy aura surrounded the woman as she took off her statchel and sat on her spot, closing her eyes and concentrating on shifting. Her head grew bigger, and her limbs lengthened; new joints appeared, and soon a human like figure replaced the wolf who had previously been there.
The woman grabbed her statchel and placed the strap over her chest. She walked further, not really sure about what to do. She stopped when she saw a building which's fallen pieces formed a gruff seat. She sat there and took her drawing additaments out of her statchel. During some seconds she held the pencil on her hand, unmoving. Thinking of a good thing to draw. Nothing came to her mind, so she decided to draw her surroundings. The pencil began to rub against the paper, leaving a grey trace. Some minutes later, the drawing began to take form, resembling the abandoned city, but with some changes. There was a small wolf in the middle. Sankara looked at the unfinished drawing with half closed eyes. That was how she felt. Lonely.
She took the piece of paper and made a ball with it, throwing it away and leaning her back on another piece of rock, using it as a backrest. She had arrived to the city after walking for hours. The least that she could do was to enjoy it.
Sankara ”talks”, walks, and thinks.
