Staneshift padded into the darkness, only her instinct carrying her. She had smelled death. Though in this beautiful place, there stood a great blackness within its heart. A single spot formed a wolf's outline, an evil that would never go away, the one place not pure. Staneshift stiffened. The wind was calling her forward. She let the baby ferns softly cradle her paws before she leapt into the air. She landed just in front of the broken rock, feeling weightless. Her fur was flying up as though she were falling, and her energy was being drained. A crippled body appeared before her, as though it was there the whole time. The wolf's lips curled and it stood. The rock below her turned full black. Staneshift examined her lifeless eyes. She slowly let herself become engulfed in the void and witness both the wolf's death and her own destiny. Staneshift snapped awake on the ground. She had just felt as though she woke up from a dream where she fell from a great height. The breath was knocked out of her and the ground looked as though it was pressured in. Staneshift shook her body and trotted off to Aspen, her face emotionless.


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As she falls asleep, she remembers carefully the family she lost a few months ago. "I need my mother!" she cries in dream. The poachers, she will get revenge.