The white wolf lay- curled up into a burrow made by herself- it was a burrow that was almost completely blocked by plants and trees- so she wasn't found by any animal that she didn't want to be found by. The wolf had been sleeping, her tail beating against her hip as she dreamed- or more so had a nightmare. She remembered when she was just a small pup, when she was in her mothers den and her siblings were playing around outside the burrow. She remembered when suddenly- a snarl split the air, and the sound of her siblings yelping filled the air. She had crawled into the den, wedging herself into a small hole in the side of the den that had blocked her from being visible. Her other siblings had run to the den to hide, but what she had saw next horrified. A wolf, her father had staggered into the den, teeth bared- and a wild look in his eyes. He had grabbed her sister and killed her, before mauling all of the other pups. He had seen to sniff around for a moment, before leaving.
The pup had managed to crawl out the hole, peering out cautiously only to see wolves everywhere, fighting and mauling each other- foaming at the mouth, they were all rabid! The bodies of her siblings were sprawled across the ground. She had only been able to watch for a moment when another wolf just barely missed her. The white-furred female had staggered back with a high-pitched whine, and the wolf who she had known as the leader had jumped her- before being slammed into the side of the den by her mother, her savior. Immediately her mother grabbed her and fled. Black filled her thoughts suddenly, before bursting into another scene. She had older, almost the same age she is now, a young yearling, just beginning to become an adult. Her mother had been acting strange lately, but the pup didn't seem to notice the changes. In the scene- she saw her mothers kind face transform into a snarling, foaming monster- and she woke up with a yelp as she had lunged for her. The female wolf lay shaking in her half-hidden burrow, trying to regain herself.
The wolf had walked out of her den slowly, her ears pinned back nervously. She was always cautious and wary ever since that retched disease had tormented the forest. She had been attacked by countless foaming animals before, and they always terrified her despite her always fighting them off well. The canine had made a kill last night, a young deer who was barely an adult. It had filled her up, and had given her strength for the hardships she would need to go through. She had walked from her burrow slowly- her senses keen and picking up even the most subtle noises of the forest. Due to such times, she had forced herself to learn how to have even more keen senses. She didn't want to be startled by any raid creatures, and catch that deadly illness.
