Angels guide me...

Fiery rain, explosions from the sky, the deafening roar of earth being shattered by something massive and heaven sent. She could still feel the earth quaking beneath her cinnamon paws, see the terror of her parents as their home was ripped apart by objects thrown at them from the heavens. The young princess had watched as a massive fireball headed for the nearest hill, panic struck and she bolted to warn her parents. The king and queen had been busy escorting their recently wounded away from the deadly fires that raged through the pack lands, medium sized fireballs hit the ground all around them, toppling trees and sending dirt and rocks flying everywhere. It was war against the heavens, only they had no way to fight back other than to appease the gods and pray they halted their assault before any more death occurred. Chael ran as fast as she could, looking over her shoulder every now and then to check the proximity of the biggest, most hellish fireball she had ever seen. Screeching in a most unbecoming way, the princess tried to warn her beloved mother and worshipped father of the mass coming toward them, but it was too late, she had been too far from them. The fireball struck the earth, flattening the hillside and breaking apart to send huge pieces of blazing rock soaring passed Chael. With a pained gasp, the child halted and sank with her stomach to the ground, but that one little spark of hope ignited and she was on the move again, dodging flying rocks and jumping over small fires that started in the grasses of their plateau home.

Chael was nearly there when a large bit of the meteor flew over her head, and right into the edge of the forest that covered their ancestral home. Right where her mother and father would have been standing to see everyone out of the woods, her heart sank and she howled with her panic as she rushed forward, "NOOOOOOO!" She screeched as she raced for the pack. Why did she have to roam so far away from her parents!? She was so stupid to make that mistake, but she was a teenager and still had a lot to learn. Chael was close enough to the impact to feel the earth shake beneath her and find herself pelted with dirt, gravel and other debris from the contact the piece of meteor had with her home. One unlucky stone found itself rather liking her forehead and decided it was a good place to land, effectively knocking the girl out on the run. Her legs folded beneath her and she rolled to a bumpy and painful stop, mere feet from the pack border. Blue opal eyes gazed hazily at the flaming trees, a disjointed thought of swords on fire and angelic vengeance came to her mind before the black settled over her and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

***PRESENT***
When the girl woke, she shook her beautiful head to rid herself of the memories that clogged her mind. As a rule, she hated to wake up crying, remembering the pure white, stunning face of her blue-eyed mother and the proud, cinnamon masked face of her violet-eyed father, hearing the screams from twenty of their finest warriors. Their empire had been strong, over forty wolves had been under her father's command, and she had been set to inherit their throne. Now, only so many remained, mostly family. Each wolf had lost something dear to them, and Chael knew she lost more than a few family members to the meteor, but she knew they had to continue on. While she was young, she had only a short time to find a suitable home to start their empire over again, then her real work could begin.  Until then, she stretched out from a night of rest and set about meticulously grooming her stunning white and cinnamon red pelt so that she would gleam throughout the day. This was a big part of her day, she hated for a hair to be out of place and she would never be caught in public dirty. Angels kept themselves clean and pristine, some more than others. Chael enjoyed the feeling of a fresh pelt in the morning, and so she slipped down to a nearby stream and crawled on into the cool waters. There she bathed herself in the bright morning light, washing the sadness from her body and relaxing in the water as she tried to forget her own tragedy.

Action. "Talking." "You."