Alone, I wander the world, hunting and living. Once I had a pack, and I may have one again someday. I am the lone wolf, howling at the moon on cold, clear nights. It is a comfortless, and yet comforting, existence. I choose how I wish to live as I roam the Earth, doing as I please, with nothing to hold me back. Then, one day, I came across a strange thing. It was a barrier made of silver branches and thorns that bit me when I tried to pass. I realized that the barrier was put there to stop me from going where I wished. This was odd. I had never been stopped before. My world was becoming smaller and I knew, deep in my heart, that I could no longer live the lonely life I once had. I will return to the pack, to the feeling of companionship. I had lived independently, but I realized then that my way of life was no longer viable. Living alone as the lone wolf only works for so long. Even a lone wolf needs companions.