Cold Hole in Wandering The Woods

Some nights, it seems like our Cave becomes as cold as my Forests used to…And just about as lonely.. Bat flies off to work and I’m breaking alone in my head as I struggle to stay awake…Though the Rabbits all perished when Bat flew me away from my frozen hell, new demons birth between us, demons that shouldn’t exist but alas the world seems to be against us..They couldn’t stand to see a bat and a wolf living the same life and I couldn’t imagine why… If I had wings like Bat does, I’d be able to go out with him and do those things necessary to survive.. Unfortunately, I haven’t those wings and I must find other means of being useful.. But keeping the Cave nice is hard when I don’t want to remove my weak,fragile little body from the bed and dust the rocks with my tail…I simply lie here with a nauseous feeling in my stomach and my head and look at the mess of our home. But then I think how unhappy I am that I can’t enjoy the thrill of the hunt like I used to…and I begin to fall apart. I need the hunt for survival..I’m a wolf, not a goddamned housewife.
As happy as I am to be with Bat, our nice, cozy Cave becomes a dark, cold place to be when I am alone..

-Wolfy