Things were going OK, I guess. I have been here with Boberre for a little less than three months now. I am still very much a prisoner, but at least Boberre hasn't been overly cruel to me. Also, it appears Boberre has yet to find someone to let him know if he has to wait until I am the legal wolf age or not. I am just thankful that I have been able to stall his advances toward me for the last few months.
Still, I wanted to get home. I wanted to see my parents. I wanted to get back to the life that I knew. Though, I didn't know what they thought about me or if they even wanted me back after I had been tainted by this wolf.
It had been almost half of an Athean year [1], and I had not seen or heard of anything to do with my family. It was already approaching the middle of the cold season. We were in the thick of this world's winter and I knew that there was no way for me to run away from this place just yet.