Fenrir

Fenrir limped, his joints bugging him ever since the snow dusted the land and the cold settled down. He wasn't extremely old, nearing five in the upcoming summer. But he felt old; he'd seen so much violence, hatred and hell in the last two years. Well, Fenrir didn't remember it, but he sensed it. Whenever he looked at something, he felt guilty for his life. Oh, how it failed him. Life was just terrible for Fenrir.

He'd made three friends: Shiver, Morgun and Ritual.

Otherwise, Fenrir had wandered around the land like a lost pup. He felt like one, so unwanted and looked down upon by the leaders of great kingdoms. Fenrir had nothing left to give for this world, and he wished for death just to end his silent suffering.

Fenrir hobbled onto the snow-swept eskers, huddling underneath a solo pine tree. Fenrir laid down, his belly blood from treading the broken ice to save a life that had ended too soon. Fenrir mourned softly for the female, who froze to death the night before from the dipping chill. He felt sorry for her, her family and them all. Fenrir wished it was him, rather, who had died. If he was dead, at least he'd remember who he was.

Fenrir rested his head on his paws, golden eyes listlessly staring off at nothing. Snowflakes cascaded from an ashen sky, resting on the frozen ground. Fenrir debated on sleeping, but decided against it. Too many hungry wolves would not hesitate to be cannibals. Fenrir rested his side against the pond, eyelids flickering with protest. As much as he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. Even if he could, Fenrir would just have haunting dreams of the life he no longer knew. That agony was something beyond measure.

Amari

Amari didn't know how or why she was alone. The pup woke up one morning after a dream about a white wolf and her family was gone. They had just vanished. Amari had given up looking for them. They were long gone.

The little coyote wandered wearily over the snowy terrain, shivering. She stared at the ground for a while before straining her eyes to see a lone pine tree. She walked closer, hoping to find shelter, but she had to blink a few times to make sure she wasn't just imagining things. She saw a wolf there, one that looked so familiar. She was sure it was just deja vu. But she noticed that this was the wolf that she saw in her dreams. It couldn't be real, could it? It had to be just a coincidence.

Amari slowly and cautiously walked closer to Fenrir. "Hello?" The pup asked in a meek, mousy voice.

Fenrir

Fenrir's eyelids drooped before he heard the faint scrabbling of paws against rock and snow. He thought, for a moment, of just letting it be. Why would any creature try to prey on Fenrir, one of the biggest wolves in the valley (or, so he egotistically thought)? But, Fenrir managed to open his eyes and search for the unexpected visitor. Fenrir wasn't going to play host, though, and he half expected to tell the animal off. His eyes flitted up to little Amari, his body running cold.

Fenrir sat up, his eyes wide with horror, or maybe surprise. It was something, though, and Fenrir was scared. The animal was no smaller then a pup, but by the looks of its young eyes and petite form, Fenrir could still tell it was a pup, however small. Fenrir quickly changed his defenses, trying to hide any ferocity within him. "H-Hello..." Fenrir softly replied, though his casualness was concealed, and he conveyed a meek excitement. "Are you...no--do you know the one-eyed coyote? Are you her?"

Oh, god, Windsong...it's her, His mind screamed like a clear, crystal bell. Fenrir--no, Windsong--blinked rapidly, his muscles shaking. He remembered it now. Tahti, she had died. But, this little coyote pup was Tahti! How could this be possible? Had Tahti come back from the dead, as a young, sporting pup? Windsong tried to remember more, but all that washed up in his brain was Tahti. She had been the coyote he loved, she had been his mate. And now, Tahti had come back to him!

Amari

Amari stood still for what seemed like an hour. A chill ran down her spine at the familiarity of this wolf's face. She wasn't sure what to think right now. She knew this was the wolf from her dreams.

She stepped to the side a bit and looked down at her paws before looking at Fenrir again. "Well...I don't think so...but in my dreams, I have one eye. I think I've seen you in my dreams too." Then it hit her like an avalanche. "Windsong? Is that you?" She wasn't sure how she guessed this wolf's name. It just came to her.

Windsong

Windsong blinked, nodding numbly. He blinked, wondering how she knew, but she must remember him. Windsong offered a smile, subduing the sorrow that reminded him of the bloody coyote in his dreams. It had been her death that drove him to die. He had gone to the canyon to jump, but another white wolf attacked him--and nearly killed him. But she saved him, that sweet Morgun had saved him on the brink of death. Now Windsong didn't regret it. He had found her.

"You're not Tahti, anymore, though? You're no longer called Star, you are..." Windsong paused, looking at her for an answer. "And, yes, I am Windsong."

Amari

Amari stared blankly. The name 'Tahti' was new to her, or at least she thought, but it was eerily familiar. The name 'Star,' however, was one she knew. She often thought of it as her nickname. Then it struck her that she must, at least partly, be Tahti in some way. It felt so natural. "I am Amari now." She stated, quivering. "I get the feeling that we must have known each other somehow. In a past life, we must have been friends, or even family..." The pup sat down, feeling a bit more comfortable.

Windsong

Windsong lifted his head, chuckling softly. "My star, she left me. The evil wolf took her from me. Someone I thought was my friend, but killed my star... I loved Tahti, she was my mate." Windsong mournfully looked back down at Amari, a waver of compassion coming to him. "Amari. You are so young...but where is your family, little Amari?"

Amari

Amari nodded. "I remember a dream I had... I was standing on a bridge, holding a green rock in my mouth. And this black cloud came and took me away forever. And the green rock fell into the river and turned dull gray." She explained, shuddering. She looked back up at Windsong. "I woke up a few days ago and...my family was gone. My mother, my father, my brothers and sisters...and I can't live alone."

Windsong

Windsong lifted his muzzle once more, giving a weak smile. "Amari...do you...do you need a father?" Windsong questioned, standing up, his towering body relaxed as he offered a warm smile to the coyote pup. "No pup should grow up alone."

Amari

Amari looked up as Windsong stood. She gazed, wide eyed. "Yes." She answered simply. "I need a father."

Windsong

Windsong smiled. "If you wish, I will be your father," Windsong replied.

Amari

Amari finally smiled for the first time in a long time. "Really? I mean...really? You'd do that for me?" She asked, overjoyed. "Yes, if it's not too much trouble, I will be your daughter."

Windsong

Windsong wagged his tail. "I don't lie, Amari. I have lost Tahti, so I can't loose her...you, again," Windsong replied, smiling. "No one will hurt you. I promise."