The dethroned Prince squatted sorrowfully to the side, watching the happy, warm scene inside the tent. An inexplicable feeling of loneliness and loss welled up in his heart.
'This family doesn't need me anymore.'
'Big Sis doesn't love me anymore.'
'Master doesn't love me anymore either.'
'I'm going to run away from home.'
The Prince walked toward the tent flap, looking back every few steps. He decided that if anyone called out to stop him right now, he would forgive them.
Unfortunately, no one said a word to stop him, even when he reached the entrance of the tent.
The heartbroken Prince poked his head out of the tent flap. The frigid wind instantly scraped his nose, stinging like a needle.
'Forget it!'
'This weather isn't suitable for running away from home. I'll give them some time to reflect on their actions.'
The Prince drew a new bottom line below his old one, turned around, and walked back to the warm deerskin rug.
