Anameleth looked around the group of cubs that surrounded her. This lesson had gone on long enough. Slowly, she slunk her way to the back of the cubs and began to slip quietly through the brush, her brown and black fur helping her to blend with the surroundings. As soon as she felt she was far enough away, Meleth began to run, knowing not where she went or what she would do when she got there, knowing only the feeling of displacement, the feeling that she didn't belong in the Demon pride. She might never see her sister or mother again, but that hardly mattered at the moment. All that mattered was getting away, and quickly, before her father decided to hunt her down and bring her back...