By time everyone managed to get to me, I was nothing but a beast howling in pain, my human side long since forgotten as my primal instincts took over. 

Eyes glazed I sniffed the air sensing the panic and confusion of the prey around me... fear, I smelt fear... and it was mouth watering in my injured state. Food, pray, survive. yes I needed to survive, to hunt, I needed to heal and to heal one needs to hunt and tend to his wounds but first... I needed to escape. Predators surrounded me, it confused me how they smelt of both prey and hunter alike but I didn't have time to work it out, summoning all I could master I struggled to my feet dark blood staining my otherwise pitch black fur and made a quick graceful dash for freedom into the safety of the nearby woods. Amongst the musky bark and green moss, I felt more alive, which was odd considering my current state. Dragging myself to rest under an ancient weeping willow, I collapsed my muzzles softly resting on the grass, beautiful yellow flowers surrounding my beat down body. I would rest here for awhile... and then I would lick my wounds before I hunted... just a small nap, I was so very weak... so tired... closing my eyes, the birds sang me to sleep and I drifted off into lands I had never seen.

- Rune

"Stupid mutt... What would you do without me? sigh... Come on, Fellow me, follow my voice... You must come now, before it is too late. Come back to me, my dear Wilk." 

I opened my eyes to see odd balls of light floating silently in the air around me, the sky a light violet and the ground felt cool underneath my once heavy mangled body... breathing, it tasted so sweet, so fresh and clear. Where I was, was anyone's guess, but it sure wasn't the forest. Pushing myself up, I felt as light as a feather, full of sudden energy I leaped through this new yet oddly charming realm, I felt as though I was a pup again! Bounding through the sunny feailds with my litter siblings, mother ever watching over us... but that couldn't be right... I wasn't home, I wasn't a pup anymore... no! it was too sweet here, smelt of delusions and false happiness... why hadn't i noticed before? everything here is just... I shudder, the warm feeling draining from body replaced with uneasy coldness, I almost wished I was back under my tree slowly bleeding to death, surely it would be preferable to this odd world full of unknown possible threats and lies.Something here wanted me to stay, to fool me into comfort so I'd never leave... naturally, I now wished to do the opposite. Foxes are sly cunning creatures, father always told me so...they may make you believe they are harmless, fun to play with, maybe even something easy to catch and nice to eat but those crafty foxes are anything but.. waiting to gain your trust and draw you closer before striking... it reeked of fox here. 

I was just about to turn around and try to work out a way back to my tree, when suddenly there was a sound, it pierced the peaceful quiet. Of all the things here though, I did not fear this sound.lifting my nose to the skies to sniff its scent, I knew it instantly.. it was a cub! How odd... maybe like me, it had come here by chance and couldn't find its way out again? Cubs can be like that, always getting themselves into this they can't get themselves out of, I would know... being a ruley cub myself at that age and by the smell of things, this cub was awfully young... sniffing eagerly, excited to find myself not alone anymore, I knew the cub was male, maybe a few months... no, one moon at least! He smelt of home, safe, scared and in distress... I had to go to him, I had to help! We would get out of here together and when we did, I wouldn't be alone anymore. 

Pack, cub, Protect. I ran as fast as my four paws would carry me, leaping over streams and dodging any strange purple scrub and bush in my way, I was slowly gaining ground, getting closer... creatures I'd never seen, swam around and in between my paws as I found myself in a shallow lake,it stretched for miles... and in the middle stood an island of green trees and moss, red birds circled and I knew without a doubt, they intended to eat the poor defenceless cub. Pushing off the ground at the speed of light, I could hear their sharp jaws snapping with evil delight, their scent just as foul and sweet as the land they belong to, I leaped pushing off the wet ground with my back paws just as one of the birds took a sudden dive crashing into its side in defence of the cub. It bird cried out in alarm, sensing a new threat and left, ha! The big chicken! Come back here and fight like a wolf I howled, barking a laugh as they screeched at me in distaste their feathered tails between their legs as they retreated to a safe distance. Standing up proudly, I huff once  before turning my back to the birds to look down at the cub. He was so strange! He seemed to have lost all his fur, apart from a little on his head... the poor thing! Left defenseless with the soft pink skin beneath on show... I hope his fur would grow back? My folks would leave this cub, he wouldn't survive without a lot of help they would say and it is best to kill him now and have food or leave him for others... such was the way of life. His eyes were a scared leafy colour, his only fur a light sandy brown, almost mousy. I couldn't very well leave him after coming all this way... I knew what my parents would have done but I was not my parents, I refused to be without a pack anymore! 

"Please, help me. I am too young to make it out alone, help me and I'll grant you any wish you may have!" Startled I jumped back in shock, the cub could speak! His voice like bells, sleek and smooth yet still childlike. "How did you get here, little cub? Where is your pack?" I asked curiously, nudging the odd pup with my nose a little, my attempt to comfort his soulful cries. Eventually he stopped wailing and peered up at me with huge round eyes "I have no pack, no mother, no father, no brother or sister... This scary land is all I have ever known, I am alone here and I always have been." I gave him a soft wolfy grin as I replied "Well now you do, we are a pack and I am your brother. Now, let us leave this awful place, we must go home now." Gently I leant down to pick up the small cub by the scruff, finding it a little hard due to the lack of fur but somehow managing it.

"My name's Necro, what's yours?" 

Noticing a cave full of light, the smell of home wafted through... suddenly, I knew where to go. 

"Wilk."

Giggling, I didn't see as the young cub grinned, his eyes to old for his age. 

"Brother Wilk."

Together, we walked out into the real world, untroubled or prepared for what was to come.