Zamara

She remembers heat. A lot of stifling, furious heat. It bubbled maliciously to the surface, until she did not want to hold it any longer. Then there was a blissful cold, and silence. She opened her eyes to find herself walking underneath a large, muddy wolf, cool fog surrounding them from all sides. Two pups darted in and out of it, and she tried to block out the sense of Wrongness from it all.

When they arrived at the new camp, she finally approached the Fog pups, who stared up at everything around them timidly. She didn't like the timidity, and decided that she must be brave for them. [WIP]