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Voila! Pawed at the earth, her mind still racing from the events before. She could have lost her mother for crying out loud! The normally happy girl had always been excitable even as a pup. But here she was with a scowl on her maw as she looked out at the crashing of the waves into the rocky terrain. White foam ebbed onto the sand, and the water would rush away, forcing the foam to remain on the sandy earth. The ocean was a scary place to her. There were some who really enjoyed it but yet she was not one of those wolves. Ocean meant death, and she vaguely realized she had just discovered a debilitating fear. She hated the thought of being lost to the ocean. Could you ever rest in peace if your soul was being rushed over the sand each and every day? Or if the waves were crashing and slamming it against the rocky cliffs. No. No she couldn’t. She gulped, pulling back from the edge to head back to her home. She blinked silver eyes, the gift from her blood father, and sighed. Maybe things would be better now but others were still on edge, as they should have been. She loved her pack, and her family, and she would make sure her pups were safe. Okay so her pups weren’t so much pups anymore but she still saw them as the youngsters they had been.

She was prepared for the backlash that would come with the refusal to dump the bodies over the cliffs. The dead were being buried the best way that the pack knew how. It was a ritual, ceremoniously dumping the bodies of the enemy over the cliff. But Shez wasn’t doing it that way this time. She had decided it would be for all the bodies, since there were quite a many. Glassy eyes stared at her from one of the remaining bodies, obviously not having met its fate like the rest had. She knew it was only a matter of time but she still jumped back, keeping herself far from the body. She was an innocent girl, and death was something she didn’t deal with. Death and war. She had protected her aunts and uncles, the pups they were, when the fighting had taken place. Rend curled up next to her to make sure she too was protected from the raging voices that had been outside the den of the once Alpha. She had seen Wazaams large, orange frame appear from the shadows that night, and she remembered vividly he was stiff, and he was in pain. It obviously had hurt to move. She could have lost her grandfather that day. It filled her with fear once more. Damnit.. She just couldn’t seem to get her mind off the fears that plagued her these days. Usually she could push past them. However today it seemed near impossible.



She kept her mind busy, stepping into the den that she called home. She could smell the scents of Rend, and the children. It filled her with warmth as she collapsed to the cold stone floor. It was sprinkled with green leaves, leaves that were obviously fresh and used as a sort of comfort factor for the stones.

Her pelt had filled out in her years, the ebony still shining as if she was a young girl still. At three years old, Voila! Was beginning to realize she was in the prime of her life, and her puppy years were over. It was a wake up call, her aging. She almost felt like she never aged, nor did her mother, but even her mother was nearing five years old. Her family was getting older, but she supposed that stemmed from Wazaams strong bloodline. The older male was almost seven years old now. His life had been full, if not diseased with a plague named Twist. She had always disliked her grandmother. She had always kept herself away.. and now she was free, as was her family. She felt her heart pound excitedly and she wagged her tail, the cool of the stone keeping to her belly.