The flaming wolf dreamed, and only dreamed of her fires. 

She was running, the flames chasing from behind as a laughter echoed from behind.

A endless nightmare, that she couldn't wake up from.

Noises murmured through the darkness, but was covered by the echoes, and a pain running through.

Why couldn't she stop running?

A cry for help. Then finally, she woke up.

However a disarrayed mind as she looked around in a scare.

She didn't understand where she was, or how she got there.

It smelled of wolves, plently, like a group coming together as a pack-

was this.. Her pack?

Was she in a pack?

She heaved, breathing heavily with a scare of staring around.

She couldn't understand- where was she

Who, was she?