Napoleon

The wind sighed as if it knew the turmoil Napoleon had just barely escaped. He lay there panting in the grassy field, figuring he had run long enough. His foaming mad sister had stopped chasing him, gotten lost in the chase, and fell stiff and rigid on the ground somewhere. The Disease had taken her. Napoleon was now the only one left of his pack. He made it.
Wondering vaguely where he was but too exhausted to sniff around, Napoleon stretched out under the sinking sun and went to sleep.

Fallen Angel

Shadows crossing my mind

Black female made her way silently through the land head down eyes half closed. Not paying attention the female tripped over Napoleon. She stood up shaking her head softly. She turned her wary eyes to the male and said in a soft voice "Sorry" so heavenly was her voice so haunted were her eyes. She looked just like a black Aaka only younger and less dangerous. Although she doubted this particular male knew Aaka. Aaka the Cold One. Smiling faintly she said "Didnt see you there, again I apologize."

Like an Angel dropped from Heaven