Winter was on the horizon, this much she knew from the cool wind that blew across the field and ruffled the fine fur of her chocolate covered coat, and she couldn’t help the cold jab of fear she felt at the thought. There were nights where she still felt the icy fingers pulling her down, down into the darkness that lurked below just like that fateful day. She kept waiting for her savior to come again, to pull her up but he never came in those dreams. Since that day she had fallen back into her haze from time to time, leading to long periods of times she couldn’t account for, waking up in strange places, but today she had her mind back to herself as she wandered through one of the few fields of wildflowers that remained.
She was on the edges of the plains pack, walking the distinct line of well laid scent markings that separated the pack lands form the free as her wispy frame pushed silently through the delicate flowers. Small, creamy paws ensured that they didn’t bend of break any of the flora as her mismatched eyes took in their brilliant colors. They practically shone in the sunlight, until their color suddenly seemed to fade and her vibrant gaze turned upwards to see the ominous clouds rolling in. The smile that had been on her features moments before fell, realizing that she was now caught out in the open with what appeared to be a rather strong storm on the way.
In that next moment everything seemed to happen at once. Thunder cracked loud and raucous on high, forks of lightning split the sky, and a piercing howl carried eerily alongside it all. Had anyone been around to see they would have watched the petite she wolf jump roughly five feet in the air from surprise and terror, moving into the territory before she had even landed. The slender girl with tiny paws moved like the wind that blew so strongly against her back as she ran across the slowly rolling hills. As a rule she never entered a territory uninvited, the instinctual and most carnal rule of the land one that she never broke, until now. The fright from the storm breaking overhead was enough though to drive her onward, and besides the call had been a sort of invitation of sorts right?
Ears flat and tail tucked down low against her backside she ran until she crested a small hill and saw the smattering of wolves below. The surprise and realization of what she had done caused her to pull up hard, but she couldn’t very well turn back now. Undoubtedly they had seen her by now just as she had seen them and running would only make her look guilty. Instead with head lowered, large ears back against her skull, her long flowing tail as low as it would go she approached cautiously. They were an intimidating bunch of wolves no doubt, the large, black pair at the front of the group left no doubt that they were in charge. She slowed as she approached, her eyes darting toward them and back to the ground ensuring she didn’t make too much direct contact. Strange wolves in a strange land and she was the interloper.
When she got close she noticed the blood covered wounds that matted the dark fur on the female with the gray marked face before stopping a few yards away. “You’ll want to get some Marigold on that or it’ll get infected,” she said finally, her voice soft and lyrical as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be here, rather than her being a complete stranger.