The rain fell heavily, it harsh strokes lashes on anything it fell upon. A lonely and weary night.The cold sticked to my skin as I squivers and winced.

The swirling wind blew pass my face and every step I took made me weep silently.

My stranded hair fell carelessly on my face. I could barely see despite ().

Coyotes yaps and wolves howler, however, i couldn't feel my wolf.

Perhaps, it was dead just as I was.

The blue dress i wore had a mixture of mud and blood.

My weak feet stuttered lazily ...