Kólla ran through the trees, her head held high and her tail streaming behind her. Her paws pushed p from the ground, with her strong back legs kicking out behind. The wind swept through her sandy fur and, with her eyes wide with delight, she lept into a river, splashing water everywhere.

Looking down into the water Kólla studied her appearance. She was a pale wolf with peach coloured fur with brown flecks dotting her soft ears darkened into a dark brown, almost black and her eyed where a brilliant glowing green. Her paws where white in colour and each of her toes held a ring of black fur, a genetic mistake she shared with her dead mother. Kólla was a èxypnos wolf, a special breed of wolf which is unusually intelligent. There was more to it, but whenever she would ask, her mother would change the subject. All she would tell Kólla was that even if she was smarter, stronger and lived much longer than the other wolves, that did not make her better. And now she was dead.

Kólla decided to think of something else. Thinking of her mother alsways made her sad, even if it did happen quite long ago. A bird called from the trees and Kólla followed its path as it flew into the air. She took a double take. Smoke was curling its way from the tree tops!

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Kólla ran through the river, making her way towards the sores of the smoke. As she got closer, animals ran past her in droves, filling the air with squawking and barks. Desperation filled Kólla and she powered on faster, leaping straight over a stag which wondered in her path. As she skidded around a path int the river, she saw the flames. Franticlly she dag a channel leading to the fire, attempting to put it out using river water, but it was too late! The fire was too strong! As Kólla turned, ready to flee to where the other animals where headed, she heard a cry. A small bundle wrapped in the skin of what looked like rabbits and other animals was balanced picarislyly (how do u spell?! LOL :3 )upon a branch of a tree and the fire was reaching it! Kólla sighed and edged her way around the flames to find a good place to leap up at the branch. The heat sindged her fur and created a horrible smell in the air. Kólla leaped and grabbed the bundle in her mouth, fell back to the earth and ran as if her life depended on it. And it did.

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As she ran, Kólla debated over her choice in her head. Why did she get this creature? She doesn't even know what it looks like? What should she do with it now? She felt like an idiot. One of the first rules of the forest was to not stick your nose is buissness that doesn't include you. It is a sure way to end up dead. And she has brocken that rule. This was defiantly a matter for the counsil.

As she reached the edge of the forest, Kolla veared toward the waterfall. This is where the animals where to gather, under a non breakable truce, if something major was to happen, and more importantly it was where the council are guarantied to be. As she pushed through the throng of creatures, she could just make out the top of The great Péos Schima Bear, a member of the council. She made her way over to him.