Love at first Flight Ch.1

Hello there! I am Edge Michael Othello.  Though, you can call me EMO.
Okay so I'm going to tell you a little about myself before we get on with the story! You listen, I talk- it works out perfectly!
Okay, first off- I live with my dog. Litterally, I ran away at a very young age, got to Canada, and I have been living in a small log cabin I built since I was 14.  Now, I'm 16 and I couldn't be happier with my choices.  I have an awesome little mutt that I call Sam and she has become my bestfriend. We care for ourselves, I go hunting when we need food, no one bothers us, and it's nice... except for when it gets bellow freezing, but I've learned to keep think fur pelts around for when I'm cold.
I have simimessy brown hair and brown eyes to match.  I used to be kind of fat, but now that I've had less food and I've been exercising more, I am relatively thin, however I have fairly strong arms and legs. (No super muscles cause those are just scary)
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I wake up in my twin-sized bed and push the moose skin blanket off me.  I yawn.
Sam lifts her head off the floor and looks up at me happily; she wags her tail and barks loudly once.
I smile at her and pet her on her head as I stand up.  I slip on my old hoodie I still have from my old school, it's a few sizes too big but I have repaired it to make it last.  I notice a new hole in it but decide to fix it later. I go to the door, our home is one small room with a firepit area, a bed, and a large cabinett where I keep my supplies. I go outside and feel a gust of air blow over my face.  Sam runs past me and goes to a tree to do her buisness. I soon follow her lead, by now I'm used to it- I couldn't figure out how to build an effecint bathroom so I adjusted to just going outside.  I finish and go back inside to get my bow and arrows I thought to bring with me when I ran away. The bow is a simple longbow and I had to make new arrows out wood and arrowheads I made after all the other ones got broken.  I put the arrows on my back and carry my bow.
Sam stands by me, ears perked up and her brown tail wagging.  She knows exactly where we're going; she always helps me hunt and she's very useful with catching smaller game and herding other larger kinds.  I've had alot of free time on my hands and put all of it into training her.
"Ready to go?" I ask her in a higher pitched voice than I'd usually use.
She barks in responce and wags her tail more rappidly.
I smile at her, rub her head real quick and walk back outside.  Sam follows happily, barking and bouncing.  We'll never catch anything with her making that much noise but I don't mind too much, we still have plently of deer jerky.
I walk along the little trail we've made over time, the grass lays flat in places and there isn't even any in others.
I find a nice tree over looking a field, it's not too high but it would give me a nice view of everything. I quietly climb the tree and sit on one of the stronger branches, my back against the trunk of the tree. Sam lays down at the base of the tree and rests her head on her paws.  She knows the routine- now we wait.