she was feeling weaker and sicker by the moment. She stopped and looked back at him again, lifting her head.

He turned, and walked fluently away, toutching a button by the door as he passed. Harper narrowed her eyes as he left. Why did he give up so easily? Harper felt warm, sticky, crimson blood beneith her paws.

Her paws began to shake, and she fell to the ground, but her hackels remained raised as she looked from her heap on the ground.

Slowly, the glass door opened, hissing as it did. It started to scoop Harper aside, pushing her across the dirt floor. Her fur cought up in the small gap beneith it, and she flinched as she was slowly shoved into the glass wall.

The door left just enough room for the grey wolf to get up, and slink out. She slowly hobbled up, and staggered lowly out the door, the fresh tint to the air outside the confinement wafted into Harper's nose.

A sharp pain struck Harper in the belly, as a small gurgle vibrated through her hallow-souled bodey. Harper jumped, eyes wide and ears back, and looked at her abdomen. It had grown incredably thin, and her ribs shown.

Her throught constricted in the back of her mouth, and her stomach growled again. She lifted a paw and looked to her other side. It too was thin and boney, but it was also covered in old blood, and her fur matted in small clusters.

A word floated into her mind, and it echoed around, again and again, with an undeniable instinct.

Hungery

Harper looked up, the white light comming from the door way reflecting off Harper's grey glazed blind eye. Small white flecks appeired on Harper's pelt, shimmering off oily, unclean fur.

She blinked, and took a tentitive step forward. Her pads ached, and seemed to burn on the light-sheened metal floor. Harper looked down, immediatly notising the differant terrain.

She flicked an ear, then looked up, back to the open doorway. It called for her, tepting her with open light. She shivvered, the chilled floor stunning her whole body.

Harper wavvered, at sent out a paw to catch her balence. Her tail flicked to the side, and she lowered her head, ears flattened.

Dammit. Gotta slow down.

Harper looked up toward the doorway, and took several more steps forward, long claws clicking on the metalic flooring. Walking was beggining to become easier, but hunger still gripped at her stomach, knawing at her, warning her, she'd better eat, or she'll regret it.

Slowly but fluently, Harper hobbled into the doorway, before stopping and leaning on the side. She could scent so many things. A few painstakingly familiar.

She panted hevily, notising a new gash in her leg. It was oozing a bubbly crimson, while a transparent yellowish liquid slipped off the fur on her leg.

She haden't felt a thing.

As Harper leaned down to lick her forepaw, a loud yelp eched down the hall. She wipped her head up, and tilted her head. Adrenilin ran through her veins.

She took her weight off the wall and began to trott quickly down the hall. She looked in all the deep rooms, the doorways all so far apart from eachother. All were on the right. Only a single window at the end of the hall let in real, hazy moonlight.

No humans were on the level. None that she could smell or see. Her claws clicked on the cold iron floor, the sound bouncing around in her head. It was so quiet.

Inside the space near the small window she saw a light grey mass. It was only bigger than her, but waisted away just like herself. She lowerd her face to the floor, and breathed in short, quick breaths. The smell was so familiar.

She couldn't shake the memory of a big strong, harsh male. Only, the image of this wolf had a positive light to it. It wasn't like the tresspaser that let her free.

Maybe it's dead...

She thought, looking at the still form. She sat to steady herself, and studied it. Her golden gaze unwavering, untill she picked up small, shallow breaths. She wasn't alone. Atleast, not yet.

She got up and limped toward the table. It wasn't as high as she remembered hers was, but maybe she was just messing with her mind.

Wait....

She thought quickly.

I remembered somthing...

I remember someone...

I'm not dead yet...

Harper felt a rush of strength and energy. It hit her with ease, that she nearly forgot she was weak. But along with the sudden energy change, pain electicuted her mind, and she cringed.

She coughed, but proceeded to the canine. Her pads embracing the cool floor. Her heart pace exeeded as she realized who this was. Her mind flooded with memories of only this one wolf.

She shook her head quickly. Not time for a journy down that lane. She needed to make sure he was going to live before she did anything else.

She lifted her paws and set them on the blood-coverd table. There was no confinement. No glass. He was free. Why hadn't he run?

She flattened an ear, before barking a sharp, lound bark. He growled, and moved his head. She narrowed her eyes, feeling verry annoyed.

She prodded him with her paw, with a strong command.

"Dude, get up."

She set her paw down.  All he did was growl, and twitch his ears. Harper rolled her eyes and prodded his head.

"Tsume, move!"

The wolf, hearing his name, roused, but his eyes did not open. Her brow furrowed, and she shuffled around to bark in his face. He could hear her, but he needed to wake up.

She prepared herself for a loud bay by his ear when suddenly his yellow eyes snapped open. He growled and in a sudden rish directed his open jaws toward Harper's throught.

Pleased that he had awaken, she dodged him nibley and set her paws back up on the steel table. He glared at her, but was still frail. Harper slowly wagged her tail, but let it be a vague movment. She didn't want him to attack again.

She set all four paws on the ground again, and walked around the table twice before sitting down. Tsume watched her every move.