with courage in hand

Her crimson orbs shimmered in the small amount of sunlight that could be seen in this time of day. Her white pelt made her stand out from the green and brown that surrounded her, but buds that were blooming and would soon become flowers surrounded her in a beautiful piece of colors and flowers. The black around her face and chest, as well as her black front legs and red eyes made her seem somewhat evil, but, being her daddy's girl, she was a sweetheart and always willing to meet new friends, even if they were older than she was since she was only eight months old.

"Hmm, maybe I can practice my fishing skills," Mystic pondered and walked over toward the stream and went to try and find somewhere she could possibly catch a large fish to show her family. Her fur blew in the wind that began to pick up, but she paid no heed and once a fish came into view, she went to snap down, but, her jaws were too far away from the fish and she ended up losing her balance, plummeting into the water as the rapids began to be seen. She hollered out for help, but water kept on getting inside her lungs and in attempt to find help, she howled out and screamed, trying to find someone who could possibly help her and hear her cries.