chandelier

 The pale youth had wandered aimlessly. She'd lost wieght since the onset of winter. She wasn't a good enough hunter to survive on her own, and without her loyal family to help her hunt- she was starving. Her creamy colored fur had dulled, and it clung to her skeletal frame. Her once slightly rounded belly- a sign of her youth and well kept lifestyle was guant against her skin. She didn't know where to go, and scarcely had the energy to "go" anywhere. She needed a home. She couldn't make it on her own. The fact that she'd let down Breen so much after she had gotten lost stung. He'd raised her when her father had died- he'd taught her to be so much more than this- and she'd let him down. She'd gotten lost and ended up in this strange land and she didn't know how to take care of herself. Hell,she hadn't made a single friend since arriving here though she'd met plenty of wolves. 

She was going to die alone.

She'd realized this a few days ago- and it was only her stubborness that pushed that negative thought away. She had to take care of herself. She had to make it back home. She had too! Her family needed her. With hard determination she'd aimed for the pack nearest to her southern position. She knew nothing about them- but perhaps they'd take her in and train her to be strong. She had to be strong now. 

Be strong my little angel

Isn't that what Breen had told her all her life? She had to be strong. As she neared the borders she halted a few feet from their edge and let out a howl. The note was uncertain at first but it grew more confident- more... powerful as she went on and then she stopped, her cerulean eyes studying the landscape before her- looking for whatever wolf would answer her call. 

"Burn Baby Burn"