The cage door wasn't firmly shut that morning. Maybe it never was and Andy and his cagemates only found out that morning, when one of the recent arrivals who hadn't gotten used to captivity tried to slam against the door, and opened it wide. He eagerly ran out, followed by one more, then two more, and even an otherwise well behaved wolf like Andy Brush couldn't resist the exciting alure of freedom. He wasn't going to be gone forever, he liked his master, he did so many interesting things in his laboratory and he even spoke to him about it, although he couldn't understand a word. He just wanted to feel the earth under his paws, the scent of forests and trees, the air rushing through his fur as he ran. He would return to him once he had finished having fun.

"The wolves have escaped!"

There was so much confusion once the three men came. They had something that would stop wolves in their tracks, as if they fell asleep right there and then. Andy never saw them do anything worse to anyone, but he was always scared of being shot like that. Lucky for him, he managed to run into a bush and vanish down a forest trail while the guards were busy with the bigger and more aggressive wolves.

Andy Brush just ran, only occasionally looking behind him to be sure the men didn't find him. He couldn't enjoy the forests, he barely noticed it from the everpresent fear. He just wanted to put the distance between him and their weapons. But after a while, he had to slow down and stop. He didn't run this much in months, not since his master captured him. He sniffed the air, and he couldn't sense any men nearby. But he couldn't sense any wolves he knew either. When he thought about it, the trees in the forest he ran into didn't smell quite like this, and he never remembered it being this thick. It was filled with sounds of foxes and songbirds, he could only hear ravens cawing above him now. He felt like he was in a completely different forest, one he didn't recognise or come back from.

"Where am I?", he thought out loud meakly, walking through the trees trying to find a path that could lead him somewhere more familiar.