Storm’s paws created riddles in the puddles he came across, rain battered he black fur making it stick to her skin like plaster. |The wolf,storm, carried on running away from the road that spread across storms habbitat . Her paws came to a halt looking around, watching the lights zoom past.She let out a whine and rested her ears back as a memory struck her head from the time her siblings went from those monsters.

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