Her home was burning. There was no way to get around that simple fact, but the pain she felt in her chest at the thought of her family no longer being there was undeniable. She had woken only thirty minutes before, confused and injured, to find herself on a hill overlooking her burning village. She touched the bandage wrapped around her ribs and the shallow wound in her back softly, wondering where it had come from and why the one who had put it there was gone.

She wiped a tear away and glanced around her, reaching out into the night with her heightened senses for anything familiar. She found nothing, no traces of the monsters that had destroyed her home and her people, no animals, and certainly none of her own kind. She shifted into her other form, a small, silvery-black wolf, and howled once. The lonely sound echoed in the dead silence of the forest around her and went without a response.

She glanced back at her former home once, the pain in her chest intensifying, and then left. There was nothing left for her in that ruin.