I am alive, as i have always been

She had swam out here just for the sake of it. She was bored and felt like getting some exercise, after all, what was better than a long, excruciating swim. Ardhel waded out of the water and shook herself off. She had been out to one or two islands Two She thought, this was her second. The sight she beheld was not that of great awe, but she decided to explore the area around here anyway, she hadn't swam out here for nothing. She made her way down the white beach, she passed the more than occasional boulder. She wasn't seeing much here, and she was tired. So she lay down and closed her eyes, and let sleep warm her with it's comforting embrace.

When she woke, revitalized and energetic, she decided to travel inland, she had faith that there was more to this island than sand and boulders. She walked inland for about 20 minutes, and then she saw it. Trees sprang from the ground, the humid air was thick and she smelled prey. It was a tropical oasis in the middle of the island. This was perfect, she would stay here, hunt, swim, explore. She grinned and caught scent of something, it was clearly not another wolf, she followed it. Stalking it silently. It was a pig, she held her ground behind some unknown shrub, and then, at the right moment, pounced. She dug her sharp canines into the delicate skin of it's jugular. She was rewarded with the coppery tang of blood. The pig struggled as it's life bled away in her jaws, but eventually, the light left it's eyes and she began to feast.

Once she was done, she licked the blood off her muzzle and looked around. This would be her home, this, this was her island.