Dragoncrest Cliffs The wave crashed in, now the dream is dead

His sensitive ears didn't fail him when a howl raced down to him. He shifted, ears perked forward. He lifted pain filled gaze and searched. A wolf in pretty colors draped in the small shafts of light. His tail wagged once twice just in greeting. But his head fell back to the dirt. He could no more struggle up to her even if he wanted too.

He wiggled further into the sand. The cool easing the burn of his wounds and the sun. He saw the storm coming, but he didn't move yet. He couldn't