In the ten short weeks of her life, Fawn had never seen anything like it. Water was something she was familiar with, but only water from a small, metal dish. This was pure power. Her tiny, maned-wolf tail wagged rapidly, kicking up a cloud of dirt as she dusted the ground with her tail. She was quite far from the river, but for some reason, she felt like she was being pulled to the river's edge by some mysterious siren-call. Fawn was fascinated by the river, but at the same time, she was confused how the substance could look so soft and silky, but also how it had the power to carve and shape wherever it moved. She looked at the river not as an inanimate object, but as a live, breathing thing that snaked its way across the land. Like a serpent, but more beautiful. A dragon, perhaps?

Her tiny feet suddenly began moving to the edge of the river. Her stilt-like legs brought her small body face-to-face with the breathing dragon. She peered into the water and looked at herself for the second time. She noticed her eyes first. They were a light blue with tiny golden specks in them as her eye-color was beginning to develop and change into her permanent color. Her soft, puppy fur stuck out like duck fluff and actually bore similarity in the texture as well. Her ears were huge, like satellite dishes that were constantly twitching and swiveling about to catch any sound of movement. Most of all, she noticed her little pink collar that hugged her tiny neck snugly. She puffed out her chest with pride when she looked at her collar, remembering the little girl human that had given it to her. She had only been in the wild for an hour, and two hours ago she had been in the back of a moving car, in a little metal cage, hoping to bring her to safety with her human so they could live happily ever after.

Unfortunately, Fawn's first lesson in the wild was that there are often-times no happily ever afters for wolves. Fawn continued to stare at herself in the reflection of the living dragon's scales, but suddenly she noticed she wasn't seeing her own reflection anymore, but someone else's reflection. She slowly backed away from the water, getting the feeling that something unexplainable was going on behind the scenes.