Somewhere nearby, beneath a tall tree, rested a wolf. The light shone off of her frosty white pelt, her eyes closed in a peaceful slumber. Finally she began to arouse from her dreams, opening her eyes to reveal icy blue. Gaze traveling to the sky, a smile graced her lips at the beauty of the morning. Inhaling the air, she slowly got to her paws and stretched, ruffling her fur. Her jaws opened in a wide yawn, curling her tounge to the roof of her mouth. Slowly standing straight, she blinked and stared thoughtfully at the meadow looming before her.
<i>Where should I go... should I continue traveling? Or should I give these paws a rest?</i> Dove thought, glancing to her paws. They were very sore from the past few days, since she had been traveling for awhile. Her smile turned to a frown, all of her thoughts and memories returning. Sleep always did this to her; Fooled her into thinking the day was wonderful, when the day before was clearly bad. She had been on the run for many moons now, trying to find a place in the world, yet she had not gotten very far.
Suddenly her heart ached, and she felt her body becoming numb. All of the past seemed to loom up on her at the most unexpected times, sending only one message to her: <u>Run.</u> With a small whimper of frustration, she darted off through the long grass, all pleasure of the morning gone. Her paws were sore and some blood matted the white fur around them, but that would not stop her from moving to whoknowswhere. Her senses were again alert for any movement, sound or scent, as she wound her way towards the other end of the meadow.