She opened her eyes and light danced into her pale grey eyes. "Yawn," she said, agreeing on the fact she fell asleep. A migraine triggered in her head, and she lifted her head. "Nyxtryx? Anyone?" she called. She looked around. Everything, everyone, is gone.
She couldn't recall what happened. "Chief Darke?" she asked.
A brown sparrow chirped overhead. There was a shout. She attempted to stand, as she recognised it as a human. She placed her left fore paw forwards and felt an indescribable pain shot through her paw.
I need to go! cried Dusk in her mind, twitching her grey left forepaw, panicking.
A distant collection of barking filled her ears, it seems recognisable, but she didn't know whose.
A man came into sight, a rifle in hand. Spotting Dusk, he pointed at her from the distance, yelling over his shoulder.
This is the end, thought Dusk, sobbing gently.
I'm sorry, Wisp, I'm sorry, Nyxtyx, I'm sorry... everyone I abandoned... I'm so sorry, Mist...
My chief, Darke, and our advisor, Shadow, I'm sorry I couldn't serve as a general anymore...
Instead of feeling the cold barrel against her fur, a touch of warmth on her grey fur. She looked up from her shut eyes, exposing her delicate eyes towards a man.
His jade eyes twinkled with pity for Dusk. "Poor gal, 'elp's on the way."
His wavy hair was brown, his tanned skin shadowed underneath his hair, he donned a blue cloth over his chest and beige cloth over his hips and below.
A dog was beside him, sniffing Dusk with curiosity. The dog was athletically built, with brown and black short fur and beady eyes, it's ears perked up. "Hullo," said the dog.
"Daddy! Daddy!"
A boy was running up the hill with a blonde lady, her cherry lips and squinted, small eyes were amber. The two carried a sack.
The boy was running. He has large brown eyes, his brown hair dotted with specks of light. "Mommy and I manage to find some bandages and herbs," he said.
"Good job, Kenny, good job, Elena," the man said, his voice rough.
Elena smiled sweetly. "What's ever the matter, Gareth dear?"
"A poor injured wolf..." said Gareth, his jade eyes looking at Dusk, studying for any other injuries. "Except for what seems to be wrong with 'er left paw, I don't think there are any other injuries."
"Thank goodness," Elena breathed, and set the sack down, revealing a long white ribbon.
Helena then produced rock-like items from her sack. "Mortar and pestle," muttered Gareth.
Hmm... A mortar and a pestle... thought Dusk, looking at the items.
From Kenny's sack, the young boy clothed in white pulled out leaves of many assortment. Gareth grabbed a few and crushed them. Kenny pulled out a bottle filled with white-yellow liquid. Gareth took it too and poured a bit into the collection of crushed leaves.
"It'll look weird," said the dog, but it's going to be OK, just calm down."
"T-thank you," Dusk said, sighing in relief. "What's your name?"
The boxer looked at her. "Sasha."
Dusk was slightly shocked. A female boxer! She didn't even look like a female! "Oh, I'm Dusk."
"Dusk, a beautiful name indeed," said Sasha as Gareth closed in for Dusk. The bowl-like object- Dusk didn't know whether it was a mortar or a pestle- in hand, he sat down and applied some of the mushy green mixture onto Dusk's left forepaw. Then, with the ribbon, tied it up.
"Aww, she's not even mad at you daddy!" Kenny cried, looking at Dusk with glee.
Elena even looked at Dusk with her amber eyes with pure affection.
Then, the three tidied up their items and Gareth heaved Dusk onto his two arms, wincing slightly to realise she was heavy. "The medicine will work soon, come on now, gal, let's bring you to a 'ome."
Author's Note: My draft would be that Dusk follows the pack again with no memories. Whoop, wrong turn. Anyway, we might need a new perspective soon to spy on Shadow. Haha.
Do you guys think we should add a third perspective?
Wow ... I love this chapter so much!
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