W.C.: 487
Claire was running at a fast pace almost since she left her new home in AniWaya, to return to her former pack and finally save her mother and the others. But what she didn’t count with was that damn rain.
She was in the middle of a totally unknown place when it began, following a beautiful river that slowly started to overflow, turning itself in a dangerous thing in less than an hour.
First, it seemed to be only a matter of time for the pouring to slow down and let the sun shine in again, but it didn’t seem it would be possible anymore, as the raindrops seemed to fall harder and faster, soaking wet the white femme, compelling her to slow down her pace.
Claire began to worry: she couldn’t see much things besides her own paws and a few inches of ground. She knew it was dangerous, especially in a totally unknown place, so her green eye started to search some shelter. It could be anything, a hole in some elevation or on the stem of some dead tree, or a cavern. Anything would be good.
Suddenly, a noise, different from all that deafing one that surrounded all the area.
It seemed to be voices.
Claire struggled to walk faster, seeking the source of those mixed up sounds that must have been words. It seemed to last forever, the claustrophobic feeling was growing inside her, alongside the fear and the despair of not being able to move as she intended to.
Then, finally, she saw two shapes. A moving one and a static one. Both were like her, arctic wolves, but the non moving one had light grey shades on his fur. And seemed to be unaware of the coming danger. The lighter one screamed something, and waited the answer, nervously. Claire guessed it must have been an order to get out of that big wave’s path. But she couldn’t help herself: “Hey! Hey! You, there! Get the hell out of that river! Quick, the wave is coming faster than you can imagine!!”, she cried out loud, as she got near them, not bothering to present herself or to trouble on thinking about whether she was invading one’s territories. There was a few things more important at that moment.
To save a life was one of them. Especially when the grayish one was carried away by the big wave.
Claire screamed, and ran towards the carried one, who were at that moment holding tightly to a tree, with the water tug coming and pushing him to the other direction. The big and seemingly confused wolf was in danger, she knew that.
“Hey, can you help me?”, Claire screamed to the lighter wolf, her voice sounding even more high-piched, due her despair, as she threw herself in that dangerous water flow, to try to reach the other’s body and pull him to a safest place.
