Sevens bright golden eyes creaked open slowly, taking in her surrounding area. 'What happened?' she thought to herself. She remembered talking to the ally pack and helping out with a hurt pack member, but then she had left... She sighed, her thoughts were still foggy. Slowly she sat up, her short white fur clinging to her small bony frame. Sevens brown ears swiveled back and forth atop her head as she listened to the normal city sounds around her. Humans talking, pigeons chirping, cars zooming by on the road. Huffing, she made herself stand, looking to the sky she guessed the sun was sitting. Turning she headed toward the bridge, sticking to the sidewalk as to avoid the road and its deadly cars.
It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one most adaptable to change. Charles Darwin