Noctisardor Bypass The things that stop you dreaming.

The storm, it was the same storm. The sky, so angry. The rain..so cold. Unforgiving. Not nice. And so much of it. Leila was stuck on the same log, but this time, her little foot slipped, and she fell into the vast liquid that swirled around her. She saw faces..her family. Mom. Dad. Siblings. They were drowning. And now..she would join them.

Leila felt something pull her from the cold depths of the water. A beckon. A call. For her. She instinctively kicked her limbs, and headed for the surface that seemed years away. She kicked..and kicked..she almost had no strength left, but she kicked..and resurfaced, pulling herself not only out of the deadly floodwaters, but out of the dream itself.

She sat up, in the middle of a rose bush, where she had made herself at home. She took a little piece of squirrel that she had killed the other day, and finished it off, half way filling her little belly.
Then, carefully navigating through the sharp thorns and petals, the little girl left her little spot, looking for the Call that had saved her. Was it a lady's? It felt like her moms. But Leila knew it couldn't have been, because her mom was dead. And the only one she knew who could match the voice, was the sun blessed female that had shown her kindness on the day Leila was starving. And that was Paar.
Leila followed the Call.

She ran, not very fast, her body began showing itself more built for endurance than speed, but she found the female sitting in a meadow, waiting. No doubt for her. She bounded up, and wagged her little tail, wanting to lick the Alphess's chin, being biologically programed to be humble, but she knew she was not tall enough for such an act. Instead, she settled for nosing the base of the flare colored wolf's paw. Stepping back, she spoke in her melodious tones.

"Buenos tardes, señora Paar."

It hit her that the lady didn't speak her language, so she dutifully tried in hers.

"Happy time, Miss'us Paar."