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Snapping jaws and roaring thunder. The pound of rain and coppery smell of blood. A flash of lightning and looming silhouettes. The snap of her skull against the ground coinciding with the flash of lightning as the world went black. Her eyes flew open as Ifyla launched to her feet, her heart rattling in her chest as her lungs heaved. The sun peered down at her through the leafy canopy of the small forest she had settled in for the night, indicating how it was nearing midday.

She fell back down to her feet, burying her face in her trembling paws as she tried to calm her shuddering self. When she finally had a hold on her erratic heart and her tumbling thoughts, the Ethiopian wolf peered up through the leaves rustling above her to see peeks of a stunningly blue sky. Running a paw over her head, she tried to decipher the nightmare. It had been too vivid to be something of her mind's conjuration, she decided. So, the logical explanation was that it had been a memory.

Stars above, how fucked up had her life been before her amnesia? Maybe she should be thankful for her stars-be-damned amnesia, especially if it meant she didn't have to live with memories like those other than in her dreams. Or nightmares, rather. For a moment, she was almost glad for her lack of identity and history. Maybe if she had been cruel, she could be kind. Or perhaps fate could be an asshole and have the opposite occur. She absently hoped fate wasn't an asshole.

Staggering to her feet and shaking grass from her flaming red pelt, Ifyla stretched. Rolling her shoulders, the she-wolf left behind her place of rest and followed the soft babble of a nearby creek. She took a quick drink, sating her thirst before acknowledging her hunger. She turned her nose to the air, taking a deep breath and trying to catch the hint of some form of prey that someone like her would be able to hunt. Along with the scent of some waterfowl, she also got a lovely noseful of fucking pollen.

Ignoring the sneeze that was building, the small female followed the trail and came to a small clearing absolutely filled with plump, honking geese. She was sure she would suffer a few bites, but completely worth it for more than a few bites of one of those geese. Grinning like a fox in a henhouse, Ifyla crept through the underbrush toward the gaggle until she was barely more than a few feet from one of the fatter of the fowl.

And then, to her total horror, she sneezed. It was no petty sneeze. No, it was some sort of ungodly honk that was so powerful and so unexpected she tumbled backward just a bit with a wide-eyed expression on her face. The flock took flight, to her frustration, honking mockingly as they went beyond her grasp. She nearly screeched out her frustration, racing into the clearing and voicing her anger through loud curses and other rude gestures. "OH, SCREW OFF!" she shouted at the waterfowl as they flew out of her view, gnashing her teeth as she vocalized her anguish.