Chapter Three
I am worried about my pups.
Like really worried because i can sense there will be a storm soon and i don't know if we can stay. I am becoming old and weak. I have not yet taught them how to hunt and survive on their own. Without me to protect and feed them i don't believe they will survive the Fall.I am scared. I love them.
The Great Storm Silver's p.o.v.
The time has come. Mom had told us that the great storm Isla would come back. She told us about a blue moon ago that when she was a pup, her and her mom Isla had been playing outside together when the storm had come. It killed her mom so we named it the great storm Isla. It was here and more destructive than ever.
It had ruined our home. It had ruined my life. It washed me away to a far island.
