Snippet #1980675

Some ways from where the Leaders of the packs were talking, an odd loooking shape was huddled on the forest ground sleeping. If you looked closer, you would see a wolf covered in shadows on the ground, and if you got even closer you would see the intricate designs on her fur. The designs were a glistening sable while the wolf's basic color seemed to just be the ordinary, dark gray you'd see on most wolves.

Aylen was watching the fire that lay in front of her. It glowed brightly, and it lapped at the sticks that were suddenly thrown into it's flaming mouth. "Wake up, love. You're dreaming." Aylen's head shot up and she winced as she felt the pain at the back of her head blossom. Groaning and cursing under her breath she refocused on her surroundings. Blood caked the ground, and there were signs of a fight, a very large and very brutal fight. There were also signs of a fire of some sort, because some parts of the tree and the ground were burning, leaving piles of ash. She didn't know where she was, and she couldn't remember what happened.

If Aylen woke there, then wouldn't you think she was part of this little war that happened there. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, focus on... Nothing. She couldn't remember anything, nothing but the black darkness closing in on her. She growled, and couldn't keep the rising howl from leaving her. She howled outloud, not caring if any wolves heard.