A small Ember amidst a raging storm

Koray should have known better. He should have been better. He had left the den because he smelled something unfamiliar; but it didn?t smell like a wolf, he had only meant to leave for a moment to check on weather or not it was a danger. The clouds had moved by quickly and way the shadows and beams of moonlight danced had diverted his attention as he chased the smell.

Koray?s young nose eventually lost thte trail, not well versed in hunting yet, and he had tried to find it himself, eventually he had forgotten why he was wandering, exhilarated by the thrill of the rolling clouds overhead and the way the moonlight danced through it. It was a full moon tonight and that was his favorite time of night. Koray felt so alive and free being away from the den in the dead of night. Everything was so quiet, so open, before he realized what he was doing he was off and running in the night. Eventually he had come to a place where he no longer knew where he was.

A vast expanse of water lapped against a pitch black shore. Koray had walked down to the water, to taste it and had been surprised to taste that it was salty. The watter then rolled towards the soft black ground and lapped at him. In surprise, Koray barked at it and scampered back further up the shore. It was then that the clouds parted and his tiny blue eyes were filled with awe and wonder. The entire beach changed from black, to a glowing white beneath the light of the moon. It shone and dazzled like magic, and everything was beautiful and wonderful. Koray ran through the brilliant glowing shore reveling in the magic that was only for him to share on this night. As he ran, however, the clouds soon followed and the moon was hidden? until the rain began.

Thunder split the sky, lighting flashed and Koray had never encountered any of these before. He ran, terrified, but didn?t know which way TO run except away from the water. The beach glowed and darkend in rapid succession with each bolt of fire from the heavens. The frightened pup fled up the beach and up a dune until he came across a large fallen log. Cralwing under it he whimpered and howled in fright, but his tiny voice could not carry far in the deafening noise of the surrounding storm.