<strong>Natalia Vodinova  - In the Wilderness ..nestled deep in the Dark Woods .</strong><br/><br/>A majestic silver wolf trudged its way through the darkness stopping every so often to look about ...as the eyes seemed to glow in the darkness behind it three other timber style wolves pranced. They were smaller in statute but agile as the small pack made its way through the darkened paths in the night . The half moon shown down over the land though not much of it ever filtered down into this place. Up ahead the sound of a brook could be heard the song of it's trickling rhythm of water as it twirled and fell over the rocky base. It was here the wolves were headed ...each stopping to lap at the cold water . A playful banter emerged as some of the younger one pounced on each other and rolled in a playful manner .<br/><br/>Natalia in her wolf form waited patiently for the others at the shoreline watching them ..kin in some ways but not of her own kind a more primitive version though the playfulness brought a little joy to the woman's heart . Then she seen it ...blinking those wolf eyes ...it could not be true . As the change then took place and the emergence of the woman from that of the wolf transpired ..the others howled into the night . Slowly the blonde stepped forth ...her toes wiggled in the coldness of the water ...as she danced through the glistening brook to the bank on the other side. Reaching up to grab hold of the tree roots the muscular semi-naked woman climbed up with little effort . The woman's hand reached out and dug into the damp earth gathering the flowering moss with its priceless bittersweet blue flowers .. so delicate as she held the small patch in her hands almost wanting to kiss each and every flowering bud. Was it enough ...<strong>" Oh Gia ....thank-you for guiding my steps this night ."</strong>Placing her find in a small pouch.<br/><br/>Jumping down from the high bank into the water ....the woman caught her reflection ...my my ... the dress was no longer pristine white more a dingy cream ..torn and tattered she looked more like a vagabond . The only thing that stood out as to any worth on her was the beautiful bow that was strapped onto the woman's back ..the deadly arrows protected in their own sheath at her side. Nat's blonde hair lay in unkempt wild curls  ..as one of the wolves rubbed at her legs . Natalia reached down and rubbed the creature behind the ears speaking to it ..<strong>" I know ...its time to go home . "</strong>as she began to walk down the middle of the stream ..having pulled out a flute like instrument she began to play as the small group made its way deeper into the dark woods . The music of the flute lifted up and quelled the hearts of any beast around them. It was rare anymore that Natalia even played the instrument as her heart seemed to have at least this day found a bit of happiness. Oh how she longed for her people thinking of the dreams that plague her nights the song played turned to that of great sorrow as the music floated upwards .<br/><br/>Slowly the pack headed for the caverns up ahead that they now called home .