That deafen us like hurricanes

Since the flood, Zion had become a nervous mess, too scared to really go out and do anything without either her parents or a sibling by her side. Nightmares where a constant thing for the girl and she often frets over the safety of her siblings since several had been caught in the raging waters all those seasons ago. The terrified girl is hanging out in the treehouse that her family claims when a call summons the entire pack into the Col. Fear immediately squeezes her heart, claws at her brain, and roots her paws in place.

Images of the flood waters, hurt wolves, and pouring rain flash to life before her eyes and she is forced to relive every detail of the events as she stands lock in place; a slight tremble rolling across her frame with each flash of perceived lightning that she sees. Time passes as Zion’s heart thunders painfully in her chest and she is uncertain exactly how long she is forced to stand there, trapped in those memories but, when a noise pulls from the past, she is shaking violently. Whimpering, she shakily peers around to make certain that no one had seen her and immediately tries to compose herself.

Only when she has quelled the shaking does Zion strike off for the Col, dreading each moment that brings her closer to it. Tentatively, her paws break the invisible line that separates the forest from the Col and breathes a sigh of relief as she is not struck dead from some random bolt of lightning. With that done, she races to where the new Warlord and a few wolves have gathered and immediately spies her sister, Wynter and eagerly moves to join her. Seating herself beside Wynter, Zion attempts to calm her racing heart while also hoping that her sister doesn’t notice the tremor that shakes her frame every now and then.

Together, they wait for the meeting to start.


"Zion Fatalis"