Rustling sounded from the far corner of the camp.Her green eye flittered open, her pupil's unnaturally thin.She drew in a sharp breath, Her pelt burning and her head throbbing uncontrollably.She felt like death itsself.Her eyes flittered around the camp, unable,to move her body.She realized no one was even in there own camps yet, they where still in Rip Pack Camp.Blood splattered and pooled around the camp, the dead out numbering the living by many.The black she–dog's pelt shuddered in unearthly pain as she drew in another gasp for air.Her eye lids shuttered, and it took everything in her to not let them close...Not.....Let....Them.....Go.Your...Strong.....S-Star....You can d-do this....Just...Don't close....Your...Eyes She fought against Death itself, like a elephant crushing her chest.She gasped, putting her feet on the ground, pulling herself up, her pelt shaking and twitching in pain.Her emerald eye's reflected the moonlight as her gaze flittering the clearing.Suddenly, something caught her eye.Birch, The white Alpha of River Pack, Flame, One of Rip Pack's best hunters, and a unknown white wolf-dog was clustered around something.She then saw a starry coyote.A....Spirt.But they where standing over something.Adrenaline flooded her pelt as she twisted her head to see who it was.If itweren't for the searing pain, she would have done a flip in the air. The great Demon of the Land's, The giant wolf who killed anyone ruthlessly, The great Dark Storm himself, Was dead.
Forever.
Forever.
