The White Wolf ran on softly padded paws. Where she was going, she didn't know. She ran where she wanted because she wanted to.
She couldn't remember when she'd started running, or even anything before she'd started running, but that was okay, because now she was running and she was free. She could smell the earth and feel it on her paws, dust from the dried up dirt went over the pads, and in-between her toes, muddying the white fur on her legs and stomach. A slight breeze whispered through the trees. She could hear every leaf rustle and tremble with its delicate breath fanning over them. Further on, she could hear the sound of a small stream. She heard birds and squirrels in the trees, and little mice and rabbits running through the undergrowth. The world was alive with the smells of animals, birds, flowers, leaves and dirt. It was wonderful. The White Wolf shook her head, sending waves in her thick fur all across her body.
She wanted to explore further, but she didn't. Instead she continued running, pulled towards something. She didn't know what, she just knew it was important.
On her lips, she could taste blood. It was unlike any she had tasted before. That is, if she had tasted blood before. As it happened, she couldn't remember. That probably should have bothered her, but it didn't. All that bothered her was that she needed to get to where she was going. The ground hummed with energy, drawing her somewhere. Perhaps she'd remember her life when she got there.
The sound of the stream grew closer. It seemed the line of energy had allowed for her thirst. When she was close enough, she leant down, lapping up the cool water. Barely any water remained – it had gone a long time with no rain – but what was left eased her thirst. In the water, she could see a reflection of herself, beautiful, powerful, strong. Her fur was bright white, dappled green with the light coming through the trees. Contrasting the white was the black outline surrounding her amber eyes. Blood had matted the fur around her muzzle, but it was coming off as she drank.
As soon as her thirst was quenched, she continued on, following the invisible line on swift paws. She knew when she got closer. She could feel it.
Suddenly another wolf appeared over the horizon, running towards her. She stopped and stared it down, trying to decide if it was a friend or a foe.
A pleasant voice entered her mind. "Nice to meet you, Ceyla, welcome home."
Everything went black.
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Ulva
Fantasy'A wolf ran past the window. Its brown fur was matted with blood and gore, and people in the street were running in all directions to escape its barb-like teeth and claws. It sliced through flesh easily with one swipe of its enormous paws, lashing o...
