20

For the first time, I wake up with plans for the day. That has not happened as long as I can remember. Sure, I have had things that I want to do but I have not made plans for the day before. These plans are with a friend too at that. I can't remember ever having a friend before either. These are entirely new grounds that I am trying to circumvent. Not sure how excited I should be, but I do know that I am excited, and nervous. Very nervous actually. A new haircut seems really daunting considering it is something as silly as having having something cut that will grow back. Still, it is slightly nervewracking to be taking on something like this only a week after leaving behind a life of solitude.

Dante and I eat a light breakfast together and talk about some of the pack members. He tells me a bit about the one that is pregnant and how her mate tragically died not long ago, meaning that the fact that I picked out a present for her means more than it might have for any other pack