[/html]She felt it. Storms came and went with the wind, following an aimless path. But, this felt different. She felt the pressure drop, feeling the dark clouds she couldn't see pressing in. It almost as if she was being encased by an invisible force, pushing her and holding her in. The breeze that came was gentle, but ominous. They foretold a greater energy, and the soft wind that now blew was only a small fraction of it. She felt it, and she knew that the whole pack did as well. Something was coming, and it wasn't good.
She had been sitting in a patch of low underbrush, nervously sitting and feeling the approaching storm, when the howl sounded. She quickly rose to her two feet, and as she loped to the den, she had shifted down onto four paws. If this had been any other time, she would have been answering the call with an edge of excitement, long tail waving joyously. But, a seriousness overcame her as she approached the mouth of the den, and sensed her pack mates that had already arrived. Jiva, the one who called them. Tharin, Noah, and Fayne. She felt comforted by the prescene of her uncle, but she did not move to be by him, though she wanted to dearly. She wasn't here to cower like some some would expect her to do. She was here to help her pack.
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