<font style='margin-left:20px;'>All over the place plants that grew small round fruit sprung from their mother Earth. The delicate scent of rabbit clung in the air between the leaves. The land was lush, vibrant, and full of life. A real paradise compared to the barren lands that had extended themselves to the she wolf. A light smile stretched across Tisa’s face in an expression of serenity. For a moment, she paused in the open landscape and let it sink in.</font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>Then, she was off with one great push from her thick hind legs. Her silver-dusted body arched into the air with a catlike grace and all four paws left the soft tendrils of grass. From her vocals came a puppy y-like yip of spontaneous joy y. With a thud, Tisa landed. Collecting her body she pushed herself forward, running for joy. Her bony body moved fast for its size, jutting hipbones rotating and ribcage expanding to bring precious oxygen into her lungs. She ran until she grew tired, then flung onto the ground.</font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>To anyone watching it was a stupid display of childishness, but what did Tisa care? If these packs decided she was a nut like the ones of the past, she would just move on again. Besides, running was one of the only harmless activities associated with Tisa.</font>
<i><font style='margin-left:20px;'>Don’t you wanna play, Tisa baby?</font></i>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>There it was again, that pestering voice that came from within and was somehow completely her and completely not her. It was always commanding her to get into something. Well, why not? Lying in the grass panting, Tisa considered her options for pleasing her inner voice. Hunting a rabbit? No, no that wouldn’t do. Tisa craved more stimulating entertainment. She needed another wolf.
It was decided, then.</font>
<font style='margin-left:20px;'>Sitting upright bits of grass clung to her fur. Throwing her large head back, she let out a howl asking for others to join in her company.</font>