Kean stumbled blindly through all of Blossom Forest, salty drops of water blinding her eyes. Branches and thorn bushes lashed out at her, catching bits and pieces of dirty dishwater blonde fur. Her pale blue eyes were so blurry, the only thing she could see was the outlines of shapes. Her paws made irrevirsible scars in the fine layer of white powder. At some spots where there was no snow, her paws brushed the foliage astray. She was making a tremendous amount of noise.
Her paws happened to trip over a large tree root sticking out of the ground. Her muzzle got shoved into the cold snow. She just lay there in defeat, sobbing. There was no more life for her, nothing to hold on to. Her friends had abandoned her, her only love disappeared. Nobody likes me, nobody cares, and nobody ever will. Time to end this piece of shit thing that isn't even a life for you. More like a living HELL! She lay there, tears dying down, sobs growing quieter and quieter. She let her limbs go slack, mind go blank as the clutches of sleep drug her down deeper into its murky depths.
It was in the midst of a beautiful, sunny meadow. Vibrant colored flowers were splattered everywhere, as if someone had literally just... spit them out everywhere. Wolves dotted here and there, all spread apart.
Two wolves could be seen. A dark blonde femme, which was Kean. Then there was a sandy blonde brute, he was unknown. You could see the two flirting back and forth, they obviously loved eachother. Then...then it happened. The brute just tackled her, gifting her with lots of licks and love. Kean offered the same in return.
That night was the best night in Kean's life. The next morning, she could already feel the little creatures growing quickly inside her womb. As the two feasted on succulent hares in a bed of soft, purple primrose flowers, they spotted a two-leg in the distance. It was holding up some sort of stick that smelled repulsive. The brute had stood up to defend the girl when a loud bang echoed through the huge meadow...
Kean watched in horror as her love fell, blood painting everything around him. She looked into his blue eyes, tears falling into them. "Go...run...be safe... I love you..." and then his eyes grew blank, staring but seeing nothing. As Kean ran, many more cracks sounded and chunks of earth near her exploded into the air, but she was never hit. They eventually stopped.
Kean never stopped running.
She never stopped crying.
She didn't know if the pups had died in her stomach, or if they were still yet alive.
The femme lay on the ground in defeat. She was planning on laying there.
She waited to see who would claim her first.
Starvation.
Exposure.
A predator.
Dehydration.
There were millions of possibilities, and she didn't want to count them all.
Mateless || Packless || Pups: Unknown || Vixen || Adult
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