<blockquote>Life. Life was many things. Exciting. Monotonous. Random. Life was everything to the black wolf as he sat high upon the mountains, looking down upon his pack lands. The Lost Lake that separated their home from the rest of the world looked alien from his height. The sky above was an ugly grey. That morning, when the ebony beast had begun his climb to the top the weather had been warm, pleasant, inviting and he had found exploring the peaks and dips of the mountains that protected his home had been not only energizing, but interesting too. sisyhR was forever learning, searching for now discoveries and things in general. Exploring a new area was as exciting to him to this day as it had been as a pup. The higher he climbed, the more tricky the terrain, the more fun it had been. He’d been so interested in the terrain as it changed with each new altitude that he hadn’t noticed the impending grey clouds which invaded the sky. It was only when he reached a peak, as high as he could climb though not the top that he turned to look back at his homelands below. Above his pack lands loomed the shadow of a storm and whilst he was enjoying the views from this vantage point he had to think about getting home before that storm hit the mountains.
Satisfied with the view he had gotten from his few minutes of looking down, he began to clamber back down the side of the mountain that he had travelled up by. It appeared some areas were easier to scale uphill then they were down. A few times the lanky beast almost toppled right over the edge of a narrow ridge or drop. The trek back home was taking longer than he had planned and as he reached the half way point back down the mountain, the storm hit.
Violent winds lashed at his skinny body, tearing at his dark fur. His eyes narrowed, trying to keep the icy rain from hitting him and skewing his vision as he continued to travel home across the rocky terrain. If the rain and wind wasn’t enough, a boom of thunder echoed in the skies above him but seemed to amplify as it bounced from wall to wall of the mountain. There wasn’t a break from the onslaught as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, landing here and there. It was a violent storm, one to terrify pups. He only hoped his own pack and female had taken shelter when they first saw the signs he had ignored. Not usually one to defy his own logic, he had put his ignorance of the weather down to a variety of things, his mood, recent events and just wanting time to be alone. The further away he had travelled from his pack the more alone he felt and he had enjoyed that feeling whilst it lasted. Now as he ran across a flat ridge he could only think himself a moron for ignoring his own instincts once again. It seemed his body was never in sync, he could only work with logic or instinct, they wouldn’t work together at all.
As another clash of thunder and lightning hit the land around him, he could do nothing but hope he made it back home in one piece and be grateful that he would hopefully avoid the predators who roamed these mountains... no one else would be stupid enough to get caught in this, right?</blockquote>