That's it. She'd had enough of this place. For as much as Kamiya had always yearned to wander, she was finding this outside world very much not to her liking. For one, there was no salty sea-breeze here, no constant tide to lull her to sleep. For another, the whole world seemed to be formed of wolves that were insane. Sarcastic plague-infested rat-wolves, woman-fearing fainting wolves to aggravatingly dull-witted womanizing wolves, loud and obnoxious or half-braindead...every wolf she met had decidedly failed to impress her.
Perhaps Kapu'Moana wasn't so wrong, she thought. Maybe, with all of her high hopes for the world, all of her aspirations and dreams...maybe the best place on earth really was the one place she had tried so hard to escape.
Prince be damned! she thought, and was surprised at her own bitterness. And Marion, too. And all the other wolves in this stupid forest.
Perhaps -- although she would never admit it aloud -- Kamiya's sour mood was due in part to her companion's immediate ease with that flower-scented stranger. Maybe she was a little jealous. But the idea never crossed her conscious mind, and as she stumped her way through the unknown territory all she could think about was finding her way back to the ocean. A beach -- any beach -- would be better than nothing, even if it was still far from home.
