It stops because it cannot see what is beyond ahead. It thought it knew where it was headed, but yet after so long, it now wonders if it really knows.
From that fatal day in 2003 when it was forced to depart from the Paradise, it has been encountering foes and obstacles and its survival instincts had taken over then where it has been running ever since, moving on despite the overwhelming odds. Its survival instincts have been the driving force and the whip for it to continue to move on even when it was at a loss, not knowing what best course it could take.
It stops now for it is no longer afraid. It has become a dire wolf, a wolf of horror and no compassion. It has recognized the entity which has been the sole cause of all the mayhem. Already now, the entity has placed itself at the path ahead, ready to spawn more foes and obstacles.
The wolf can go forth ahead and do battle again. And there will be more battles and more battles ahead as well. It stops, shaking its immense head, trying to see through the haze of blood. What is the meaning in life if it simply just fights on and on? Yet if it does not fight, it will only fall prey to the foes and obstacles spawned by the entity.
The wolf growled.
*We often impose the perception that we make our own choices on others, not understanding sometimes to make their own choices, the cost is too great.*
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