rocks and landed on smooth ground, sliding forward a few inches, her body sprawled painfully on the ground with her belly on the comfortable ground. She opened her eyes a little and looked over to ehr right, shifting her head painfully enough to see the wolverine laying down five yards away from her. Not wanting to wait for the wolverine to wake, Lunitone got up slowly her legs, ribs and head aching from the rough fall. She shivered as the rain continued to fall and she looked up toward her home, wondering how the other wolf was with the last wolverine.

The wolverine on the ground grumbled. Lunitone looked at it, relieved it was not on its paws. She looked at the forest and limped toward it, trying not to put too much weight on each leg. If Papa is still alive, he'll be somewhere in the forest, she thought as she limped toward the tree line that bordered the large open field. As she limped toward her destination, the rain started to stop and by the time she reached the edge of the forest the rain stopped its assault and the thunder ceased. Her wounds started to throb and sting after the soothing rain stopped from washign away most of the pain. Lunitone proceeded forward into the wet forest, sniffing the ground as she went, looking for her father's scent hoping the rain hadn't washed it away. With no luck, Lunitone wandered the forest, looking for a place to rest her sore paws. A wonderful noise rushed to Lunitone's ears; the sound of running water. With new strength, the pup ran toward the direction the was while being careful not to run into anything in the dense woodland.

She raced on, wanting to soak her paws in the cool water and relax for a long while. The ground became harder as she raced deeper into the forest, and soon the ground became stone and there were no more trees surrounding her, just the roaring of water that drove her to run. She came to a cliff edge the had mist from pouring water close by. She advanced slowly along the narrow edge of the cliff. As she continued, the roar of water grew louder and louder. Then, right in front of her in the mist, was a giant waterfall. As she continued forward a strong stench filled Lunitone's nostrils, a smell she hoped she wouldn't encounter soon. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened with horror. Standing behind her in the mist close enough for her to see, was the wolverine that chased her down the rock hill. Anger and hunger glowed in the wolverine's eyes like a mass of bees swarming everywhere. As the wolverine took one step forward, Lunitone faced forward and ran as fast as she could, hearing the wolverine pounding after her. Her legs started to hurt again from the fall as she ran, trying to ignore the pain. As she ran, the cliff path went behind the massive waterfall, little drops of water dripped onto her re-opened cuts and small head.

The mist became less thick just in time for just ahead was the end of the path. Luntione skidded to a stop inches away from the edge of the cliff that dropped down in a raging river that roared louder than the waterfall. She could feel that the ground beneath her was light and not supportive, especially at the end. A loud growl made Lunitone turn towards the source. The wolverine had its teeth bared and fur standing on end. The way the monster had its teeth bared, and the way its eyes were gleaming, made it seem as though the wolverine was grinning. He knew his prey was cornered, and there was no escape this time. The wolverine advanced forward toward the paralyzed Lunitone, growling amusingly as the space between them became smaller and smaller. Lunitone's eyes were wide with fear as she stared at the evil creature that was laughing at her patheticness. When the wolverine was just inches away from Lunitone's muzzle, a new growl came into their ears. Lunitone and the wolverine looked around puzzledly, looking for the source. The wolf pup looked at the stone ground and saw a crack zipping from one edge of the cliff to the other behind the wolverine's back legs.

Before she and the wolverine do a thing, the ground below them plunged downward toward the raging river. Lunitone yelped with surprise as the air rushed into her face as she fell closer to the river. She head the chunk of rock she was on plunge into the water first, then she broke through the water's moving surface. The cold water pierced through Lunitone's fur and rushed against her skin. The cold impact pushed all of the air in her out, as the current pushed her unwillingly forward down the river. Instinctively, she started to paddle for the surface for air. Gasping for air, her head shot out from below the surface and into the fresh air. Her paws smaked at the surface, trying to keep her head above the water and tryiong to fight against the current. The cold air and water made her shiver as she tried to swim for shore. Remembering the wolverine, she looked around for the enemy, hoping he wasn't anywhere near her, but found no trace of the vicious creature. Trying to reach shore, she paddled as best as she could toward the muddy beaches, but it just seemed that the current became stronger and stronger as if it wanted her to drown.

With no other alternative, Lunitone started to yip and whine as loud as she could, hoping someone would hear her and help. She could see rocks ahead in the river, but they were too far ahead and she would probably be dead by the time she reached them. She looked at the shore one last time, thinking it would be the last time she would see dry land.