The shipping container felt cold when I woke up. Not the temperature, but the atmosphere. I'd taken some things out already, last night, in my preparation. So the part of it I can see from my side of the bed is just plain steel wall.
Somehow, as I roll to see the other side left to handle, I felt… like I was just running again. Like I had been in different ways since transmigrating to this world. But this time it felt different.
Before, I'd been fleeing from a location I had no wish to return to. The Duskpaw territory and a life under a group of werewolves that did not have my interests at heart. But now, I'm avoiding somewhere I actually want to be.
> The irony isn't lost on me, Vrika. I've finally found a place that felt something like... a home. And I stayed away from that apartment last night because it may or may not be dangerous. <
