Of Monsters and Memories

Triss was back at the grassy valley beneath the mountain. She wasn't sure exactly why. If she just liked this place, or if she was hoping for a revisit of her playmate. While she lazily explored the territory, a rabbit popped its head out of a borrow. Oddly unaware of her presence. She immediately crouched in the grass, waiting for it to take a hopping step, and then another. Bringing it away from the safety of its hope. Grinning widely, she coiled her hunches and shot forward. It saw her in the same instant, and was gone like a rocket.


But she didn't mind, the chase was half the fun, right? She laughed wildly, unaware of the wolf that had just appeared by the stream. She was heading in that general direction after her prey when she felt a sudden pressure in her throat. She drew in a breath, and her lungs felt empty. She drew in another, and it seemed to miss that satisfied feeling of filling her lungs. She drew to a sudden stop, leaning forward, trying again.


She felt like she couldn't breathe. She drew in a gasp, and then another. "Help." She wheezed. "Mumma, help" her voice was faded and gaspey. She didn't stand a hope of raising it high enough for anyone in the pack to hear.