Had she fallen asleep, and the head ache from the past nights late festivities. It had been the packs midsummer’s eve, and the longest day had ended with a fire and celebration. The pack had fallen asleep together, a rare occasion for the pack that thrived on individual hunts, and scouting. She laid with her mother and brother, happy to feel the warmth of her family beside her again. It was like her pup days, curled against the love and security that they provided. It was her favorite day, the one day the pack seemed just that, one.

She ran, fast and swift through the over grown field. Cream and gray paws fell heavily on the rough earth, blunt ebony claws tore at the dirt casting it to the sky. Her breath was heavy and labored, each exhaled brought the fight for another inhale. Pink tongue rolled from her think jaw, enabling her to cool in the summer’s heat. She cast the heat aside, the heavy air full of humidity was hard for forget. Blue eyes followed each wolf as they moved in sync the much practiced and rehearsed dance came into play as they followed the moose.

He was large a giant bull that Anu had protest they follow and kill. He was to large, her first thoughts when she and her brother had ventured out to scout for prey, but he thought otherwise, and he ruled over her in rank. The bull was three wolves tall, reaching the tallest branches. He was prime, his only fault a gash in his right flank. It seemed to weigh him done, but as the huntress watched the fellow beat run from her, she saw the perfection in his stride. They were fools to even chase him.

But her father, alpha of the family unit sprinted ahead of her, his black pelt blurred as he ran ahead of the Bull Moose. He jumped a leap of faith and chase to grip his nose, in hope of distracting him and restricting his air way. Her death was quick, the blow hard and swift, knocking her unconscious before taking the life that fired with in her wolfen body. If she cared to blame, she would say she wasn’t concentrating on her post, against the left flank, eyes on her father.

Now she walked, woken from the slumber that she had been knocked into. But life wasn’t how she left it. The new place rocked her senses, calling to her eyes nose and ears, the new bombardment confused her. She walked upon a beach, something her midwestern native family had never seen, only heard of. Its soft white sands played with her toes, the soft graduals caught in-between her toes. The painted wolfess stopped to investigate, and could not help but get a nose and mouth full of sand.

The water was unlike any thing she had ever seen, and pulled at her heart in fear. It roared, like a bear challenging for your kill. She stood in awe as the walls of water defied gravity, and fell again against the sandy beach. It was like magic, the water never ceased, never faltered. She sat, not daring to venture any closer to the high tide.