As I rode off from the forest, I looked back and saw he was still standing there in sight.
Just where I had left him.
He didn't seem to have moved an inch.
I turned back to look at the way ahead and smiled.
This 'Bale' was quite surprising.
I always preferred to steer off men.
And i liked them steering off my path.
When she had been younger and more naïve, I had been more free.
Innocent.
i had grown faster than most girls my age.
And soon the stares had begun.
The lucid glare from the men, lingering looks.
A young she wolf had wound up dead.
A girl that I had seen around.
Nice and sweet like her.
My body had been found and I had understood that men were dangerous.
My mother had made sure to never allow me anywhere at certain time anymore.
I knew I was beautiful.
More beautiful than most.
So I had grown to steer clear of them.
Grown to avoid them and it was the best thing she could do.
