Jack escaped his room, taking to the street.
He dodged people, entering alleyways and taking the lesser used byways, leaving the city.
It was nightfall when Jack finally found himself in the open woods. He sat on a bank overlooking the valley lit in the distance. It was pretty, and yet... the moon and stars had a beauty that suddenly seemed to call to him.
Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad being a wolf. He looked back at his life among people. Human people. It wasn't really so wonderful. People used one another. They lied. They cheated. They manipulated, all for their own gain. Some days it seemed like the only time anyone gave a damn was if they wanted something from you.
At least animals were more honest about it. If they wanted something, they either took it by force, or went without. There were no games, no head trips and mind tricks.
Humanity.... the word made him laugh sometimes. The last thing most people were today was "humane." Animals were more humane, as a rule.
It was a jungle of glass and pavement, of walls and pretense. But when it came right down to it, the only real thing seperating people from animals was that people were better manipulators. They manipulated their surroundings, manipulated and often destroyed nature for their own gain. They manipulated from morning till night. For money. For power. For sex. Or just because they could do it.
Jack was tired. He decided he was tired of the jungle of "humanity." Without another look, he turned his back on the world of woman, the world of man. He retreated to the sanity and sanctity of the forest, stepping into a world more honest than the one he was born into.
He never regretted his choice. He found life in the forest could be hard, but it was a good life. It was an honest life.