they could sense it, feel it in their bones as they trained on a wooden pole in twolegplace, leaping and clawing at it, new muscles rippling with strength. sun was strong enough now. strong enough to go back to lonerhood, and be able to survive on their own, without the fear of death. they whirled around and slashed at the pole, gouging a deep hole in the wood. strong enough to be able to live with their family again. to see the other members of the manus papilio more. to have all the mysteries and adventure of the great wilderness be right in their paws. they leaped away, then dropped into a crouch, stalking closer and closer until they pounced with all their force onto the pole. it snapped in half. goodbye, twolegplace, they thought as they retreated, satisfied, then began to walk out of the strange twoleg dens and paths, padding toward the trees. this is not my life now. they were escaping the life they despised. they were free once more.
