Ankyra Sound out of chaos came the light

A figure darted through the woods, brushing past the towering, anicent trees. Tail flicking along, Helen was racing against no one, just for the thrills of speeding. Where was she? She had no idea, except that the trees looked nothing like the snow-capped pine trees back in Alaska. They were much, much more taller, and intimidating. The intrepid one was out there seeking for an adventure, leaving her frosty homeland way behind her tracks. The further she ventured into the forest, the taller her fur pricked upwards. She swooped aorund from time to time, checking to see if there were eyes watching her. Somehow, this place gave off a rather mysterious vibe. 

Her pace slowed to a slow creep, when the uncertain feeling had escalated till it was slightly unbearable. This had to be the heart of the forest. It was so eerily quiet around here, surrounded by these wooden guards and a toothy cliff overhead. Nose twitching, Helen took in the fresh scent of evergreen fragrance of the trees, with a tinge of another wolf's scent. Her honey eyes narrowed, focussing on the ever-secluded beach in the distance. Cautiously approaching the water's edge, she looked up ahead at the other shore, or bank, or who knows maybe another island. Under the dim-lit moonlight, she watched as a silhouette splashed its way up to the other bank.

"Wait!" she called out to it, curosity getting the better of her. Realising that it was too late to turn back, Helen dipped herself into the salty ocean and paddled her way up to the other side. As she crawled out onto the shore, she shook the dripping water off her tawny fur, and approached the stranger. He was a cinnamon-coated lad, with a thin flank. "Sorry, I mean," she spluttered, panting away heavily from the swim. "Hello."