She was lost.
The winter had turned into Spring, and yet, she was still unable to find her bearings. Every turn seemed like the right turn but the wrong way altogether, and as each day passes, she retreated further and further into herself. At night, she laid within her abandoned fox den and recalled the names of her family, the family that left her behind. Mama, Bramble, Hawthorn, Kieran, Rose, Bramble. The death of her twin could not be forgotten, and yet, she refuseed to become what she witnessed Hawthorn be. Utterly broken. They were gone, but she was still alive, for now. The girl had barely been living off the scraps of what others left behind. Carcasses, the remenants of birds and small prey. There had been a stranger not too far from her saty, who had come to feed her once and a while, but he too had disapeered. The girl was alone once more. That was, until the boy came swaggering by.

The heavy footfalls of the tank of a boy startled her from her sleep, as beneath him did the twigs snap and the ground crunch, and she poked her nose out of her hole in the ground, eyes peering towards the burly boy as he approached her place of hiding. Tulip, who had only ever been around such large wolves in the presence of her mother, had little idea as to how she was supposed to react. He would come by and smell her scent, no doubt. It was only a matter of time, and as his tracks grew louder did her heart beat faster. She needed to get out. Scrammbling to free herself from the hole in which she had been stuffing herself within the last few weeks was no easy feat, for on the regular, it took a ddecent amount of time to angle her feet right and use the right amount of leverage to hoist herself out. But in the threat of discovery did the process slip her mind and she found herself with one leg out in the air and her hind quarters stuck within the den; a futile position to be in when you had everything to fear. She let out a yelp, instincively, tears brimming in her eyes as the threat of defeat loomed in. The girl was a mess, and utterly heartbroken; it seemed only fate that he'd come along.

tears slipped past her lids then, and she trembled as might a leaf caught in a gale. she lurched against the earth again, but it held her fast. what consternation was this! the brute moved closer, and she shrunk back; perhaps she could slip back from where she had come and hide beneath the earth until the brute moved away from her sanctuary. but such actions proved futile, for in her lurch she had only succeeded in trapping herself further. utter dismay was painted on her face when the male came into view, and she quivered, heart beating against her chest in panic. 

then he halted but a short distance away, and her gaze squeezed shut, expecting some horror that she could not comprehend and unwilling to face it. she peered through clenched lids when none immediately came, instead words, broken and awkward, yet offering help.

"No," She instantly snaps, fear coursing through her veins as her tiny optics size in on the size of his paws, whom of she is sure were big enough to smother her entire face. Her fear of such wolves sprouted purely for her inability to stand up for herself in such situations; she had not had the need before. But, he had a kind face, kind eyes, she realised as her gaze drifted upwards. Despite the size he held, there seemed little inclination that he meant her ill will, despite being the very thing that caused her such a fright. from betwixt her lips slipped a wavering, "um...yes"  she blinked, shapes made wavering by the tears that had gathered over blue orbs. ears pinioned to her skull, tail tucked close over the hindquarters, she offered but a shivering nod, watching the brute with huge blue optics, not quite recovered from her shock.  

He grips her in the trap of his jaws and pulls, his reassurances of her well-being was not enough to sate fear of beging swallowed whole. He tugs and he tugs, and she clamps her eyes shut. Try as she might, she is unable to block out the fear and the sensation of his teeth on her neck, so close to the pluse of a heartbeat that beats rapidly. Was this how her brother felt as his murderers tore into him? The question is brief, momentary as a massing wind but present as a stale residue within her mouth. And she screams. She screams and she screams, but unknowingly she is freed from the confines of the hole and his teeth no longer sit on her neck. The fact does not help her fear, and she wails. The fragile being is wholly alone, left to wander the wilds with only the memory of her beloveds. She exists purely in what was, but not what could ever be and she is alone. So alone.