Even faced with this new, threatening prospect, Davi's face fell as the bus explained itself. Home? Tendrils of orange mist - what was it with these people and orange, anyway - obscured her disappointment. Home, and she hadn't so much as made it into the trees. No grass, no shadows beneath canopies, no leaving joyous clawmarks in bark...nothing at all. Her ears drooped, stepping heavily onto the beckoning vehicle - the banner of her tail hung like a drawn flag. How had time marched by so quickly?
Stupid rangers. It was their fault, making something large and furious so angry at them. Ruining it for everyone. The ghoul glared balefully at them on her way to her seat.
Sure, it was a silly thing to be so upset about. Sure, it was only a field trip: only a tent and a bunch of scarelings out in the wild. It would happen again. It was no big deal. But the woods, thought the morose wolf, were a big deal. Camping was woods. Woods were home. And now, claws picking gently at the seat in front of her, she was more homesick than ever.
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