Chepi could hear the voices and tremors of howls haunting her like the shadows that faded behind her. In reaction to this, she pivoted her head towards the left to scan what little surroundings she saw. The darkness of before was shifted into a frosted tundra. Crystals formed simultaneous the lilac flowers masking its lovely scent and holding it through time. As if to preserve what happiness was still present. Her eyes gazed down for a second as she continued to bolt nonstop afraid of what to take place.
”She’ll never forgive me of what I did! I was suppose to be strong, I should have went after them instead of them chasing after me. Why would anyone want to harm us? What did we do wrong?”
Chepi’s puzzling thoughts confused her. She had not known why her clan was under attack. Her muzzle scrunched up as the mere moment of sadness turned into anger. Her flustered emotions lead clouded judgment. The numbness of her feet welcomed the bitter cold. It kissed each rough piece of paw-pad with sorrow. Running is all that she accomplish now. With no-where to go, no direction and no family alive Chepi did the only thing she knew how to do; vanish into the fog. A whirl of icy wind fished past her ears, it was unforgiving.