This is a WIP, a construction zone!
Valerie Lazar A peculiar sound echoed through the forest as Valerie wandered through it. She wanted the sounds of the birds in the trees to comfort her. But all was silent. Except for one sound, it was a strange, lonely sound yet it was somehow contempt. Valerie's eyes widened as she recognised the sound as purring, she felt her pulse quicken and sweat began to moisten her forehead. She pulled out her knife, clenching and unclenching her fists. She didn't want to shift into a wolf yet, just in case she was overreacting. Valerie pulled her hood over her head, covering her eyes in the process. It was dark in the forest and she couldn't tell what time of day it was, but she felt at home in the forest. It made her feel safe. Most of the time.
The whole forest seem to hold it's breath, leaning in to see what was about to happen. Valerie glanced around the vegetation, searching for any signs of movement. Of course, it wasn't a wolf. It couldn't be a wolf. Not in Faowind. Valerie slumped down against the bark of a tree, sighing. Just as she closed her eyes, a force slammed into her and sent her sprawling on the ground. Her eyes flew open to see a pair of fiery amber eyes staring into hers. Those eyes could only come from one animal. A wolf. Valerie opened her mouth to scream when a dribble of liquid fell onto her lips. She attempted to wipe it away as a blinding white light took over her vision. She woke up.