Chapter 22 of Hearing Howls
The Race for Life
 "FOX-BRAINED WILDCAT!" I yowled as loud as I could. The cat looked at me with its sickly eyes. Foam dripped from the corners of its half-opened jaws. No other wolf was around, so I decided to pull out to Wolf feather. No. This was a life-and-death situation. I tucked it back into my fur. Mella was looking at me with her weak eyes. 'Oh Cave of Spirits,'  I thought. 'Please don't let that brute bite her.'  I hope I didn't sound disrespectful or anything. The wildcat roared in Mella's face and came after me. I ran for dear life. A wildcat with rabies! I couldn't stand the thought of my Pack dying out of rabies! I ran and the cat chased me. I came to a chasm. Thousands of feet below me, was a rushing river. Thousands of feet across me was the other side. I thought desperately for a way to escape this crazed beast. I had no choice. I had to fly. If I had enough energy, I could make it. If not, I would be living in the Cave of Spirits. I gathered my remaining strength and jumped. I opened my wings and flew across the chasm, wildcat following. It landed into the rushing river below me. I hadn't flew all the way across, so I countered and flew back to the other side. I went back to camp. But my troubles weren't over yet... The wolves has left without me, everyone, including Mella.