Painful Memories

The sky outside the mountain turned black as the clouds thickened and rolled as they were summoned from the corners of the earth. Thunder crashed, and lightning arched toward the mountain hitting the rock. Chunks of rocks tumbled down the mountain and shot out into the air as though tossed away. The wolves moving over the mountain paused and looked up at the threatening sky. The energy charging the air vibrated through each of them. It was not a natural storm. It was evil brewing in the worst way.

The wolfpack ran to the base of the mountain and down the cliff to the riverbed where their camp was set up. As the earth shook beneath them, they positioned themselves away from potential falling rock and dirt. A mass of fur appeared as they huddled together facing out for any danger. Eyes darted around as the sky continued to blacken. With them gone, they kept a vigilant eye for the source of the evil that seemed to be materializing.