Don't Trust A Stranger of Angelic Appearance

Was it that the rainbow touching the sky was truly the footpath to the gates of heaven? Not heaven in the deathly sense, but rather that it was a place of peace where all hopes and dreams where finally meet. To the wolf who watched the alluring shades of fading colour it seemed that only this could be the answer. That just beyond the horizon of sight would lie a shape so familiar to her she could have etched his face for every detail in sand.
Her paws moved, and her eyes seemed to indicate a surprise for this simple movement. It was so lovely! How the very world around her seemed to slip past her with a few sweeping movements of her strong legs. It was a wonder that captivated until she was moving faster, and faster, and in no time she was running. Lean legs and long strides swallowed away the surroundings until it was a blur to her own eyes.

Even though she barely seemed to control her own movements, they were agile and beautiful in fluidity. Each space of her stride was even and almost purposeful. Yet, when her eyes slipped closed ? to properly enjoy the strange feel of the wind whipping across her face and smothering along her hair ? everything went topsy-turvy. It was like the world couldn?t stand to watch her move by and not make a movement of its own. Everything changed and up became down, the lady wolf found herself lying in the fine dirt, blinking open her eyes once more.
What wasn?t clear to her fragile mind, was that when she closed her eyes her mind could no longer see where she was going. It was not the world moving around her, it was simply her paws slipping, tripping on the ground and bringing her down.

Her front paws would stretch out and feel against the ground. Child-like wonder, an awe across her face at the course, yet soft feel of the dirt the claws of her front paw. If she ground it together it was like a solid shape between her paw and the earth, yet when her claws of her paw un-grasped it slid to the ground, free of restriction. A soft laugh would escape her lips, a wondrous sound so soft in her unspoiled tones.
She would find her way back to her four-paws once more ? heaven knows how, and once more she would begin to walk.

There were times where her mind could focus, where reality was before her and what she saw and heard and felt where true, but this was not such a time as she came across the marked beast and the pitiful shape of the wolf pup whom had crawled for its freedom. She stopped there, taking in the sight and let loose a cry of laughter, a musical sound of sweetness.
?My, my, my little dear. Why the loooong face?
She giggled and pushed a paw against the face of the dead pup, the face split in its last moments of agony. The world seemed to topple around her as she unbalanced herself with the raising of a paw. She stamped it back to the ground and shook out her coat in a gleeful, intoxicated sort of manner, and completely ignored the bigger brute nearby her.