Whitefish River go dark or go home

It's always dark just before dawn.
That was just a petty excuse to make one feel better when the darkness came to embrace your naked soul in the middle of the night. It wasn't an encouragement to let you know things would eventually get brighter --at least to Amelie it wasn't that way. It was a statement that clearly declared that darkness would always reek through the shadows and no one could put a stop to it's vicious rampage until the sun finally rose.

So simultaneously as the darkest shadows soared through the Teekon Wilds, the young Amelie, who also wore a dark matle over her body ran beyond the cover of the Plateu and into the open flatlands. Her paws lightly falling upon the grass and propelling her like a rocket that hovered above the ground.

Don't wait for me tonight, she thought as she began to follow the border of the Whitefish river, each step taking her further from the Plateu and the den in which Blue Willow must be waiting for her foster daughter. After Osprey's presumed death, the juvenile had no heart to be around the pups as much, nor to face Peregrine with the same smile on her face.

Tonight the uneasiness in her tummy had been to much for her to handle, she couldn't get herself to settle in the den. The heat she felt crawling up her back was enough to force her outside, where finally her paws took charge and led her away from the plateu in an unconcious race against the shadows.

Now that the first rays of the sun began to stretch their fingers from the ground, it was time to name the winner. It was Amelie against the shadows, but not only those that lived in the night but the ones in her head.