Diary, pg 1

Dear Diary,

Its been almost 5 years since I last had a friend or a place to call home. I havent had a warm meal in days and that band of wolves is still following me so I cant even sleep on the ground. My water is almost gone and im running low on dry food too. Im not sure how much more of this wretched horse infested hell hole I can take. I wasnt raised like them. I dont fit in anywhere