~Chapter one, the dream~
She ran through the forest, heart pounding in her slick ears, her mind knew it was the end, she knew running would not let her live much longer. She was strong… but not strong enough. The rough and scratchy pads on her thick paws were burning as if she ran through a fire. Then a sound of the devil came, all who lived long enough knew that you could not escape it. Pain came across her chest, she felt as though her life would end, here and now, to the pleasure of the enemy she would die. She welcomed death now; life would not be worth living if she endangered her family and her offspring. The beast never gave up, and was growing strong in numbers, so her kind was growing weak. She tried to scream for help but all that came out was a thick red liquid, blood. Suddenly the world itself faded, leaving only her alone to suffer, to be in pain, to die. Then to be disrespected in death by the monsters. Lastly fate was kindly and sucked out her breath. She knew earth no longer.
The she-wolf then awoke with a breath of panic, she believed herself to be dead, and wondered why it felt and looked like she was at her home, her pack was in peace around her, she yelped worried- believing them to be dead. Her yelp awoke her father, who stretched and gave her a look of confusion and annoyance, "Amala (Aa-maul-uh), my sweet daughter, please explain why you would wake me at this hour, as pack leader I am needed well rested" he said in a kind and firm tone. He shook out his golden fur, raised his tail high as usual and Amala couldn't see the black tip. His tan muzzle and undercoat almost glowed in the iridescent moonlight. Amala was panting, lolling pink tongue flopping softly against her fawn-colored muzzle and she mimicked her father by shaking out her light tawny pelt, the fawn patches all around her body almost invisible during the night. Trying to calm down, "Father I am sorry, but I-I had the dream again" Her voice shaky, then another wolf spoke, "Oh dear, sweetie the hunters are not here. You must relax. And Sumbaa (sume-bah), your daughter comes before the pack!" the new voice was a she-wolf, yet older, and scolding Amala's father Sumbaa. Amala felt awkward. It was her fault mother and father had awoken. Then Sumbaa spoke again, "Maybe so Kalbina (call-bine-uh), but still…" his voice faded, his mate had come in to the light, and her pure silver coat looked to be made of the holy moon himself. Sumbaa needed but one look on Kalbina's face, which was subtly baring her fangs, and he knew by now not to argue with her. Amala assured them to go back to their dreams before Tikkadanious (Tick-uh-Dane-ee-ous) and Clorea (clor-ee-ah), her younger brother and elder sister, came in to this parley.
Amala was prodded awake by four small wet noses, two midnight like her own, one pink like her father's, and one mud-colored, like Casoca's(cass-oh-cah); her mate. "MOOOOOOOMAAAAA" she heard a familiar and squeaky voice saying, "WAKE UPPP" the young female said. Then a slightly deeper, but still a light toned male cub barked a "MOMMY WE WANNA PLAY OUT OF THE DEN! DADDY SAID TO ASK YOU, SO ANSWER!" Amala knew her two month old cubs wouldn't let her rest until she got up, and Amala knew very well once she got up, she couldn't go back to sleep. A few minutes later of "MOMOMOMOMOM" and "WAKE UP NOW… please?" She gave up. Giving the cubs permission to romp outside and tackle each other, she went out to the warm sunshine. It felt good, considering her wake up this morning. And she welcomed the sun with her eyes closed until she felt a slippery tongue playfully lick her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw her mate bending down in the "play with me" position. She swore that she felt like she married a five month old sometimes. "Come on Amy, what, is someone too much an elder to play-fight anymore?" he was egging her on, trying to get under her skin. Rolling her green eyes and pretending to be offended, she responded "ok one, don't call me Amy and two..." she Attacked him, taking him by surprise. Amala laughed out loud, she had to admit it did make her feel young again, playing without a care, just waiting for the next attack. Casoca fought back, and suddenly she had butterflies in her stomach, and not from the thrill of going back to her puppy days, but it felt like she was falling! She heard Casoca scream and she felt her own voice yell, and before she knew it Amala heard "oomph" and landed hard on something soft. She took a minute to comprehend, and realized that they had fallen off a small cliff. She leaped off when the thing she landed on groaned. She sniffed it, and it was her mate, she freaked out when she realized he was unconscious, and broke in to tears. She almost started to pace, then she cried in pain, seeing her back right leg was limp and bending in a strange way. She howled for her pack, "this is Amala, my leg is broken and Casoca is barely breathing" That had taken the energy out of her, for real this time she welcomed the oblivion of darkness, and hoped it would all be alright.