Prologue

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Shifting between light and deep sleep, hearing the breaths that escaped my muzzle, feeling the steady rise and fall of my chest. My head rests on my paws, my tail almost tickling my nose. I dream of a wonderful landscape and of a girl.

After returning to her homeland. Wandering the forests of tall pines and large old oaks. The air filling her nose with the familiar sent of moss and moist dirt. Bare stone split the the trees makeing rocky meadows great for hunting.

walking past an oak, scanning the area with her blue eyes. Spotting  what she was looking for, a mountain goat. The goat's curly horns and shaggy grey fur hid the goat well. Inching closser with soft carefull steps. The goat settled to munch on low lying foliage happily unaware of the looming danger.

Alarmed, the goat sped into the distance, past a patch of bare rocks and back into the trees. Watching her meal run off into the distance, "No meat tonight either."

Footsteps outside made me stir, the dream fading slightly. not yet, I think while willing myself to sleep again. The sound of the footsteps slowly vanished as the dream returns. The girl... I could never place her name or remember who she was.

The wind blew stronger wafting a foreign sent to her. Dawoosh! Thud! "AUGH!!", she shouted. Something had hit her square in the shoulder sending a sheering pain pulsing through her body. Numbness soon followed. Swallowing the pain she hurried to escape. Rushing through a rocky patch, the sun illuminating her pale
white skin revealing a golden undertone.

The numbness didn't stop, It spread from her shoulder to her legs. Leaning against a pine, her weak muscles wouldn't do as she commanded them. slowly slipping, her silver hair caught on the tree's bark. A few seconds later she fell into darkness.

Then I woke, staring at the scene in front of me. Humans walking outside staring at beasts in cages. Most hide their fear, only showing it in there eyes. My stomach growled while I stood. Walking to my food bowl, forgetting the dream, full of chicken. I heard a name run through my head, Anneth Norden .

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