The Tale of the Moonrain Pack

Lillith woke from a dream.
She and Asher have been chasing blue specks on the dark side of the moon, playing like puppies. They were puppies in the face of their ancestors, their existence just fresh in the face of forever.
Their families weren't far, a huge pack recently merged when the dark side of the moon wished for peace with their counterpart, watching as young love blossomed between them.

But then Asher jumped too far, right down the crater wall. Lillith barked out in fear for her young lover and jumped after him, blue dust surrounding her as she fell. Somehow she reached him and lunged for the fur of his neck to embrace him as they fell deeper and deeper. Asher nuzzled her in their last moment, the dust engulfing them into a blinding hurricane of winds and specks.

The impact never came.

She woke and Asher wasn't far from her, but they no longer were at home. Daylight burned in her eyes as she studied their surrounding, a forest clearing. She and Asher were lost on a plane unknown to her.
A friendly wolf approached the confused pair and taught them, taught them how to raise their own and start a pack of mortals until they were allowed to return.

Every night Lillith and Asher howl to the moon, to mourn their home, missing the blue specs of forever. Every night Lillith would listen, her gift not completely gone, and the moon would tell her "Not yet, my brave wolf, there is so much more to come" and every morning she would return to her pack and make the best out of now.

She knew one day she would return, one day the pack would life without her but until then she would be their brave Lillith, the wolf that rained from the moon.