Call of the Wild

[Nox]

The lost one was near the city that kept encroaching on their home, taking the grass and the trees, covering the dirt and earth with hardness and metal towers. One day there would be no room left for them. None. And it was a loss that Chase hoped she'd never see, and her children, but that was likely not possible. The world was changing faster than they could. Than anyone could.

Chase called out to the lost one. I'm here. She said as warning as she crouched down in the grasses and stalked closer. Even a kin could be dangerous. They could use their skills to lure wolves for pelts. Men with their fire and metal skinning them. If only they could do something about the predators. Traitors. Betrayers. So Chase was careful.

Chase sent a message again into the mind of the two legged lost pup. Who are you? Chase sent her name, a pup chasing butterflies in a field of flowers. It was a long time ago, but names were such things. And she was Chasing Butterflies.