Tiff I look up at the moon, and think why was it me. My family my #life. That other pack. A tear rushed down my fur and landed on my paw. As I remember what happened. One howl to start the war. My mother ordering commands. In suspense. Hearing the fight. wondering what is happening. There was silence. When I walk out of my den the war was over. My mothers sat there injured with cuts and a Brocken leg. My father lying there. He looked at me and said. "Everything will be fine tiff, we just need to do some healing." My father had a big cut down his back. I snap out of my flash back not wanting to think about it. My parents resting in the den. I look at the#moononce more. Lay down on the soft grass, and fall asleep trying to think happy thoughts.
