Moonlight filtered down on a wide open plain. It streached for miles and miles, a seemingly endless world of grass and dirt. The moon was full tonight, a glowing white orb in the night sky. It was not to be a peaceful night however, for giant storm clouds were gathered, waiting for the right moment to spill their contents onto the plain. A flash of light. Thunder booms loudly. Drip. Drop. Rain pours from the sky drenching the pelt of a wolf. Waya had been scouting the terrain, looking for a place to call her own. Or mabye to find a pack who would welcome her. She laughed grimly. No one would ever welcome her. She had been scorned by the wolves of her pack, and also feared. Just because she had developed strange abilities was no reason to hate her so. She snarled at the thought of her former pack. Fools. All of them. Thunder boomed all around her. I should find shelter, She thought absentmindedly. She never minded rain. She loved the rain. Suddenly she stopped. To her left, a tiny spec of forest rested in the distance. She shrugged and headed towards it. Not like there was anywhere else to go. I should practice my powers. She relaxed her body, from her nose to her tail. Her eyelids shut over her golden eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Suddenly, she dissapeared. Her form reappeared outside of the wood. Im getting better at this, she thought. The storm was still raging strong, and lightning flared around her. Her pelt may have been waterproof, but it was not lightning proof. Waya ran into the woods, searching for a shelter. Trees were all around her, blowing in the hard gushes of wind caused by the storm. A scent was caught in her keen nose. Human scent. Faint human scent. Seeing to how there was nothing else to do, she quickly sprinted towards it. Suddenly, a large white house came into view. A human shelter. It is old she thought. She searched for the door, and found it. White paint was peeling off it in large pieces. She didnt know it, but it had been a farmhouse. She pawed the door open, and entered. At first glance she saw that it was indeed old. Everything was covered in a thick coating of dust. Whatever. Not like im going to stay here. And with that thought in her head, she shut the door with a kick, curled up at the front door, and dozed off to the hard patter of rain on the rooftop.
 
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