There was an incessant noise in their head as they paced in the cold grass. Every small sound from their steps was so loud right now, but pacing was all they could do as memories flashed in their head. Washing up on the shores of the Coalition as nothing but a shivering child, not understanding a word the Coalition spoke, growing up with a group of adopted siblings only for it all to be swept away by The Typhoon. The fall of a mother figure, and two years later she rises from the grave. It all was too much for the maned wolf to handle.

A strained breath entered their lungs as they saw their body flicker in and out of vision, and they stood still. Focused on the ground beneath their feet, the cold air on their tail, their nose. Their breathing slowed and they slowly stopped flickering in and out of visibility.