Viola Pov:
After leaving that store, we had gotten some food and it felt relaxing being having a sense of normality, not feeling like slaves or servants but like people. Human people. "Do you want to go down to the stream?" Asked Leila before taking a bite from her sandwich, "yes," I smiled at her. The smells were beautiful as they filled the air, it smelled of food, flowers and freedom even if the freedom was only for a moment. We walked over the stone paved road and onto the leaf filled Earth. Our shoes were making crunching noises on the dead leaves. "I don't have a wolf." Leila states and goes silent. She avoids looking at me and I'm not sure why, "that's okay," I say. She grabs my hand and pulls me deeper into the woods and I can hear the faint rippling sounds of water. I follow behi
