One of the necessary elements to survive for any organic being. It gave life, it kept one alive, it played by its own rules. It made the grass grow with fed the prey the predators hunted down; it made sure the life kept going. Quilo has witnessed waters gentleness during her late evening walks when the surface was as still as the sky, creating the perfect illusion of two worlds merging together. With other words, water made their home to thrive. It was so easily forgotten their home was a constantly changing place on the much deeper level than just the seasonal change everyone was used to. It was much more than that.
Their home itself, and everything else was like a living being.
When it came, it looked as if new mountains were being created right in front of her. The only thing separating them from the ones that were standing there for as long as Quilo could remember was the roar filled with the promise of death. The blue-hued wolf froze there she stood, staring a