Laurenana felt her thick black fur flow back along her body, pushed by the saltly, cool air blowing off the violent seas.Plonking herself down on her behind, she stared in awe at the view. Her paws shifted uneasily in front of her and her tail wagged excitedly. Her nose drew in the salty evening air and she inhaled deeply. She stretched and grunted slightly.

The black pelted she-wolf stretched once again before laying down and placing her head gently on her paws and watched the sun set. The brilliant oranges, reds and yellows dancing off the violent waves that crashed against the rocky cliffs below her. The thunder of each wave attempting the break the cliff down was the only thing breaking the silence.

She knew she shouldn't be here, that these was Calypsis's pack lands. The alpha female had been so kind to her in the field, she couldn't help herself. She dreamt of beautiful pack lands, but they were ugly wastelands compared to this one. This one was perfect, pristine and golden. A small tear ran gently down Laurenana's face, following the half-moon scar across her left eye, flowing onto her fur and disappearing into the black depths.

Nothing has ever been more beautiful She whispered to herself. Her tail flicked from side to side lazily. She had not seen such a sight since she had left her pack lands. She hadn't had a good sleep since then either. Now, even though she was in danger, seemed like a good time. Laurenana watched the sun gently begin its descent below the horizon, allowing her eyelids to feel heavy. She closed her golden eyes gently and let out a short sigh before letting the soft waters of sleep wash over to the sound of the waves beneath her.

She wasn't sure how long it was she had slept but when she opened her eyes and jumped to her feet it was dark. The silver moon was high in the sky. She spun around and pinned her ears back, pulling her tail between her legs. Something had made a noise behind her. She could smell the creature and it frightened her. They were bound to be a member of Calypsis's pack. They would kill her or at least injure her. Her shoulder scar stung with the painful memory of it creation. She hated her scars and did not wish to have another one on her body.

Making herself as small as possible she began to creep away from the cliff edge, moving towards the nearest cover. Her tail hung between her legs and she whimpered slightly as she moved away. It did occur to her that she should apologise to the wolf for being on their pack lands and explain she didn't take anything. Mustering all the courage she could she stood a little taller, still submissive.

Where are you? She called into the night. I'm sorry I am on your pack lands. I haven't taken anything, I'll be leaving now. She tilted her ears forward and listened. She hoped someone was there, otherwise she would be seen as a little dim for talking to no one in the night. She wanted to apologise in person, after all, an apology to no one was hardly an apology.