Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

She licked her lips gingerly, the conversation brought about vivid, yet somehow foggy memories of her most recent events. She felt like she shouldn't call them memories because they were events, real life events that were too close to the present time. Evermore felt her ears shrink against her skull, her heart heavy with thought.

"Nothing was spared," she said, "inland has succumbed to the tremors and horrors as well." She hadn't seen much, but what she had seen was enough to confirm her suspicions that the Earth was reaping souls of the animals. Perhaps there was a religious aspect wolves could take, that somehow, they were sentenced to damnation for their wrongdoings. Or, perhaps in a more realistic idea, the earth was under it's constant change and faced constant motions. Of course, a wolf couldn't understand that. It had to be simple, simpler than what science told.

When inquired, Evermore darted her eyes away. "I saw no one else running." Maybe it was sheer luck Evermore was by herself on the coast when this event happened. She was unaware that there were other souls who escaped, to her current knowledge, she was a sole survivor. "I was alone when the ocean swelled. When everything came down; the rain, the wind, the sea, there was no one." Perhaps her fate was meant to face tragedy. To build and then break what she started. That is the life some have to live. 

But was it truly hers?