DON'T LOOK BACK.
Small paws tread upon the ground. With the moon hanging like the Cheshire Cat's smile in the sky, shadows are cast like vicious monsters on the earth. A lanky little form moves from monster to monster, passing willingly into their jaws. Everything melted together in the night's darkness. The only clue to the young girl's presence is her ragged breathing. Tears stained her ashy blonde fur though you could not possibly see them in the dark. She was desperate, frantic, panic took over her body. But she was not aware of this. She would wake in the morning, or perhaps just at some random time, with no idea where she was or how she got there. Sleepwalking was a bitch like that.
Her pace quickened, as if she could outrun the terror in her own mind. Small, desperate whimpers began to come in rapid succession from her vocal chords. Suddenly, she broke into a dead sprint, moving like a bullet through the trees. The moon caught her eyes, making them shine like that of a deer caught in headlights. Those tiny orbs bulged from their sockets though they saw nothing, all glassed over as they were. The pack's boarders were looming ever closer. It was ironic really. She was running away from one evil only to run right into another. It might have made one chuckle if we weren't talking about the possible death of a six month old pup.
The girl was still at that sprint, unwilling to give up or slow down at all. It was there, right in front of her, the invisible line of Munashii Gekko's boarder. The smell of the pack was just twisting into her nostrils, not quite at full force. A warning, you could say. And, boy, did the lass take it as one. She jerked from her path in a crude motion, nearly tripping herself. She would not turn back but even in her state of sleep she knew that continuing forward was little more than suicide. With all of her momentum behind her, she launched herself upwards. Her tiny claws raked at the bark of the tree she was now flinging herself at. She was so close. Just a little farther forward and she would be slung over the low hanging branch. But it wasn't enough. She came up short, enough to rip the bark from the tree but not enough to make it onto it. She went crashing to the ground in a lump of ash blonde fur. A wolfish scream roared through the air as crimson nectar slowly trickled from one paw. She was truly awake now thanks to that fall and she was still terrified.
Sure she had been considering coming to this pack but she never thought her subconscious mind would act on that. Looks like she was wrong.
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