Chapter .8.

worlds change when eyes meet. d.j. *** 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 of