I have had long days and even longer nights since I arrived at the rogue camp, and now I am just getting sick.
Unlike the civilized life I had at the pack house, I couldn't attend school here. The only form of learning out here was combat and how to identify poisonous plants and the remedies if one ever got poisoned by toxic plants in the woods.
As much as the survival skills seemed vital to the population here, they didn't interest me much. In fact, they didn't interest me at all and it was rather ironic.
Back at the pack house, I used to envy the guards and warriors and wished that I had the littlest fighting skills to defend myself, especially the other teenagers who bullied me in school, but now that I could actually learn those skills, it didn't seem like the life I wanted for m
