Rosana was looking around and was thinking to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps coming here to go to grandmother's house was not a  good idea today. It wasn't supposed to be raining yet it has been doing very odd things the past couple weeks. Maybe something else is going on.</span>She thinks to herself than her mind altered thinking.<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah right. Things like magic and other such mythical things don't really happen. This is a coincedence not something caused by an outside force. Father said that all the time but.... I don't want it to be true.</span>She was thinking to herself. Not much else she could do when she couldn't see a damn thing.<br/><br/>She heard the crunch of bones and her over active imagination thought it was some kind of mythical monster eating someone. Than logical thinking clicked in that maybe it was just a wolf feasting upon a deer or something. She relaxed only slightly. She loved wolves. They were beautiful and loyal type of creatures. She once had a siberian husky, a half breed wolf, and raised it in secret. Than her father found out and she had to let him go. She still missed her friend Donovi. She heard the howl and hoped it meant help nor harm for her.<br/><br/>She was rubbing her ankle which was hurting a little bit. Maybe slightly twisted or sprained from her foot catching in the raised tree root. She jumped as lightning revealed an animal approaching. Her eyes wide then softened as she saw it was a wolf. Judging by the softness in the fur, which was using softer in the female wolves, this one was a female. She looked at the wolf as she got closer. She giggled a bit as she was licked. Her hand moving slowly and then instead of pushing the wolf away...began to scratch her behind the ears.<br/><br/>This was an unspoken gesture of trust. Another loud rumble of thunder had Rosana clinging to the wolf. She really did not like storms. She had her arms wrapped gently around the wolfess. Stroking her soft fur in an attempt to calm herself. She pulled back a bit. "You are a beautiful wolf..." She says softly. Kissing the top of the wolfs head. Nuzzling her in a show of acceptance and further trust. Looking to the wolfess. "What do I do now? It is too far to go to grandmother's and too far to go back to mother's. Any ideas girl?" she asks. Looking to the wolf for guidance. Possibly further help.