Blackfeather Woods Blip

It was the squeal that caught he attention. 

She awoke that morning from a nightmare, and an uneasy feeling had stuck with her for most of the day.  Every noise seemed to put her on edge, every branch that cracked in the woods around her caused the hair on the back of her neck to prickle, sending chills down her spine.  She couldn’t place it.  There was something about this place that felt creepy to her, but there was nothing to justify it with. Everyone she had met so far had been kind, and even though Ivory Rose was a little ... different, she didn’t think anyone here was evil. 

Maybe, she thought to herself, There has been evil here before.  But she had no proof, and without that she’d never voice her unease to her packmates in fear of looking crazy. 

She had busied herself with looking for rocks.  There were some pretty ones here, different from the ones she was familiar with at home. She wondered if she’d be able to find something to carry them home in, for whenever it was she went back. 

And then the scream. 

She tore from where she was at and darted in a random direction — somehow the fear drove her to a packmate, one she had never met, and the source of the noise. As soon as she broke through the clearing she saw the light and turned completely still.

 An omen? . . . Maybe I am crazy.

In her frozen disbelief all she could do was stare.