This my friends, is where we go right back. RIIIIIIIIIGHT back. All the way back to the beginning
It wasn't a stormy night. Not even a dark or windy night. It was a still, quiet night, with no disturbances. Many, many miles away, Diego, Shira, Manny, Ellie, Granny, Sid, and Peaches, slept peacefully in their separate dens. Under the ice, Buck slept fitfully in a tree, Lucy slept in her chamber, and Regal slept in someone else's bed.
And the night erupted in men's cries and wolves' barks.
A bush exploded in leaves and snow, and from it appeared the strangest looking creature. With back legs shorter than its front, and spots covering its mud coloured body. It had blood streaming from multiple wounds and was panicking. It could hear the wolves behind it, but feared most the men.
Her coat was thick and she knew that humans desired thick coats to make their shelters and coverings from.
She was tiring. The wounds and the long chase were wearing her out, to the point where she was almost stumbling.
She couldn't hide. The wolves could catch her scent.
She couldn't run for much longer. They'd catch her soon enough.
She couldn't. She couldn't she couldn't.
She leapt over dome frosted rocks, and stumbled through a freezing cold river. She crashed through another bush, and had to avoid a head-on collision with a tree. Her night vision was good, but in her fear she wouldn't have been able to see anything clearly, even in bright daylight.
So through all this terror and fright, you can imagine how it wouldn't be a surprise, actually, almost a relief, when the ice cracked and rumbled beneath her paws, and she fell through the ice in a flash.
