Ruieze Fields
Open fields and soft grass...
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It all happened so fast. One moment she had been happily dancing along what she thought was solid ground only to disappear below the surface of the deadly ice. The cold gripped her like a vice, the movements of her slender legs thrashing at first before slowing steadily, lethargy setting in as her small slender body fell beneath the surface. In those final moments as darkness clouds her vision she disconnects from the situation, her vacant eyes seeing a different place and time with an eerily similar situation. Her mahogany body began to give into the hypothermia that was eager to set in, limbs going stiff even as her creamy paws twitched with the last vestiges of her instinct to escape the trap into which she had fallen.
Undoubtedly this would have been the end of her very short and very odd life, prepared at least to finally be rid of the haunting visions that troubled most of her every waking moment and most of her dreams as well. It seemed like forever passed and yet like no time at all had gone by when her heavy eyelids blink slowly, her eyes of vibrant violet and azure blearily trying to focus on her surroundings. She felt something around her, on top of her and in those desperate moments she believed it to still be the weight of the water dragging her down. She let loose a high pitch cry of fear instinctively as her body began to flail, picking up where it had left off when she had blacked out, and only when she realized what she struggled against was actually providing her with warmth, not the leeching cold of the freezing waters, did she pause for a moment.
Cautiously she shifted her form back and into the warm grasp, wiggling and curling her slender form up into herself as tremors from the cold began to wrack her small body. In an effort to conserve what body heat she had left she buried her nose in the crook of her hip, her sizeable tail curled up around her feet though still dripping wet. Finally her eyes peeked over her body, the only thing discernable in the mass of wet dark brown and cream fur no doubt. Blinking furiously she was finally able to make out the gray form that had molded itself around her own, another wolf she realized as her eyes sparked with surprise. It only made sense, for only another could have rescued her when she was incapable of rescuing herself. Slowly her eyes traveled up his thick, heather gray body before landing on his face and the dark blue eyes that were looking back at her.
Her eyes scrunched closed once more as a particularly rough convulsion shook her body, looking back at him once more and nestling herself further in his surprisingly soft coat.