Wild Berry Meadow I will never disappear

The taste was bitter and the mud did not help to make it any better, but Hedda was so wrapped in the excitement about a release from pain, that she did not notice it. Bit by bit the gnarled root disappeared, while strands of drool, mixed with dirt and blood, streaked down from each side of her mouth. It would take a little time for the drug to work, but already she felt better.

And then a sound to her left, made the elder alert and her head snapped to the side to see, who had dared to disturb her. The only seeing eye fell upon a young wolf in the color of dark gray. Beautiful, healthy, strong - all of the characteristics that in Hedda's "good kid list" were considered as flaws. Therefore she did not like the stranger, though there had never been anyone she had learned to like.

"What do you want?" she snarled, putting emphasis of "you".