Her steps wavered for a second, unbalanced as she stared down the slope at the lake below. Then her leg slipped and the sick she wolf slid forward tumbling down the hill towards the lake. Pained yips and whines came from her muzzle as she tumbled downward until her body came to a stop. Aches screamed from her muscles as her left side went numb and an attack took the young woman. As she lay there taking a seizure rather quietly her mouth began to froth. The white bubbles of death rolling down over her jaw and dripping onto the ground. The rust, cream, and gray she wolf did not have much time left.

Ten minutes passed dreadfully slow to the pained she wolf. Then slowly her legs began to feel again. Feel the cold earth beneath them. Feel the warmth of her diseased blood coursing through them. Huffing a relieved sigh the she wolf tested her limbs and back thankful that the paralyzing effects of the "walking death" had worn off. She could travel again. Search. Search for that wolf to tear into. The one who'd made her this way.

"That bastard..bastard..stinky..wolf..stinky...stinker..stinks..stinking wolf..bastard.." Her eyes had glazed over again and for a short time the sick wolf stumbled around unable to see at the shore of the lake. Over and over she cursed the wolf unable to say much else. She paused every few seconds to rub at her eyes trying to rid them of the clouds that covered them.

Anne had managed to rid one of the clouds from her right eye while balancing on three legs and wiping her eye with her fourth leg. However her three legs lost their balance and she splashed staggering into the water. Quickly removing herself from the cold liquid Terra then realized how thirsty she was. The vengeful wolf had forgotten about her thirst and hunger while worrying about losing her mind and trying to find Slimtail.

Dipping her head she tried to take a sip of the cool water. Almost immediately her throat convulsed and closed up as the water slid past her tongue. Coughing up the liquid and stepping back away from the lake Anne cursed the stinky bastard a billionth time. The liquid quickly turned to foam in her throat and she began choking on the incessant bubbles slipping into her windpipe.

Her good eye settled upon a white figure coming towards her. For a moment she thought it was her dear sister come to save her and bring her back to the human pack. The humans always had a cure for the most debilitating illness'. Her coughing ceased as her rust and cream head hung low letting the bubbles slide out of her move by the force of gravity.

For a moment her mind was clear again, remembering her past. Her white sisters and three gray and rust brothers like herself. Unlike wild wolves Anne's mother could have more pups due to her excellent health and "plumpness". The humans took good care of her. The savage wild wolves could only have two or three young? Maybe four? because they breed to early, are too thin, and ect.. Anne knew all of this. And yet.. I digress... She brought her attention off of wild versus human kept wolf health and watched the white she wolf. Her heart ached noting the woman had the same eyes as her most beloved sister as well, though the scars on her face marred her beauty. When did sis get those scars?

"Sis? You don't recognize me? It's me Anne..Terra Anne..Maybe..those scars..scars..fighting..scars.. where did you get them? I'll kill whoever gave them to you.. Oh sis..Do you remember me?" Her mind was all in a jumble. One topic colliding with another, colliding with a memory, which mixed into reality. She was a mess, but... For once the need to bite was not directed to the wolf before her. It was directed at the wolf who'd hurt her sister. The wolf who'd hurt Athena.

She snarled as Athena spoke of this "Shadowstorm" wolf. Perhaps it would do Anne well to visit this shadow wolf. Why was it black wolves were the one's hurting her family most? Though the guy who made me sick wasn't black..but still.. She growled imagining a black female with ruby red eyes staring at her to the left. The Anne snapped at the figment of her imagination, her teeth slicing through the air and sending foam flying to her left.

At least she's alive and well.. I'm glad she remembered me, even though I look like hell right now. Anne looked back to Athena with a slimy smile then flinched as a rod of pain struck through her back again. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain to subside while a low groan escaped her twitching maw.

"Who did THIS to me....this..this pain.." She whimpered trying to get out the sentence fully. "HE did..did.." The pain rolled up her neck and locked her legs together pulling them forward to her dusty cream chest. "Gray male..did..did..did..das doe meh.. Moundin olf.." She answered Athena's question with slurred words as her body tilted sideways and fell to the ground. No more words would come from her. Only snarls and the sound of gagging as the disease did its worst.

Her tail whipped around in circles as the seizure took hold of her. Her once kind face turned into a permanent snarl as the pain raced around her body. Her legs were folded up to her chest, both back and front, while they shook practically moving the sick wolf laying on her side.

Pain...

Blackness

When will it end?