Horizon Ridge Sea without a Shore

The golden sun rose in the blood red sky. Its brilliant color filling up the darkness that once consumed the atmosphere. Diluculo awoke just in time to see the sky light up in a beautiful array of colors, red, orange, yellow, a dash of purple, and a mix of blue began to dance in her eyes. The fog left over from last night's rain made the earth look like a canvas, and the sky the brush, the sun was the paint. It was the perfect picture of serenity and paradise.

On this morning the chocolate wolf couldn't sense any rain in the few hours ahead, which was a blessing. She did sense one thing in her future, prey. The midnight pelted wolf began her little search for small mammals that she could wrangle. Her tracking skills toned themselves quickly once she had became a lone wolf. Lone wolf's survival relied on just one thing, and that was the wolf. In the pack survival was easier, if you couldn't hunt or track or kill your packmates would for you. If you were alone, you were dead. When a wolf became a loner they took over all responsibility. They were the diplomat, the alpha, the scapegoat, the hunter, the tracker, the killer, and the defender.

Soon after traveling along the forest floor Diluculo picked up the scent of a hare. It had just recently pasted through the same dirt she was standing on. Slowly the wolf trailed the scent that danced around her nose. Just before the sun was half way through the sky her eyes caught the small hare. Crouching slowly the wolf watched as the brown hare ate silently, unsuspecting of the danger that lurked near. Just before the hare could sense her the chocolate wolf pounced landing a killing bite swifty. With pride in her eyes Diluculo picked up the blood soaked hare by her jaws and began to swallow it.