Biography
Caolan could feel the gentle yet firm tug of her name, whispered through the broken, yellowed teeth of her grandmother. Caolan pushed herself up on shaky legs. Her grandmother never called anyone by their name. She could hardly speak at all. The words that rarely left her mouth were garbled and sticky. Now, however, as Grandmother called Caolan, her voice was stronger.
"Caolan." The young she-wolf approached Grandmother almost fearfuly. Grandmother was blind, and her empty blue-grey eyes had scared her when she was younger. They often swung about wildly, glinting in the light of the moon.
"Y-yes?" Caolan murmered, the fear worming it's way into her voice. She couldn't help herself.
Grandmother let out a cough. It racked her whole body, shaking and clacking her old bones. Afterwards she slumped to the grassy ground. A dark spot of blood dripped from her bottom lip. "Take me to the water," she said decisivly.
Deciding not to argue, Caolan gently took the scruff of Grandmother in her mouth. The ancient wolf was light, but Caolan still had to drag her. It was awkward for the both of them, but Grandmother didn't seem to be lucid. She was mumbling things and had a strange expression on her face.
Caolan stopped. She stood there, panting, her shoulders sagging with relief. The moon hung low in the sky, just a sliver of white, and they could already hear the crashes as the waves broke against the sand. It was a warm night. The air was thick with the scent of salt and honeysuckle. Their stop was brief. Caolan clenched the scruff once again and continued their journey.
Gulls shrieked above, and a larger bird- a hawk, perhaps- swooped through them, never making a sound. The two wolves, young and old, finally made it to the sea. The sand was soft and gritty under Caolan's paws.
"Grandmother", she began, hardly a tremor in her voice. "Grandmother, we are here. What now?" No reply.
"Come one, Grandmother. I've brought you here. Now what?" Still no reply. Caolan knelt and nudged the bony shoulder with her cold nose. Nothing happened.
She growled and headbutted Grandmother. She didn't respond. But by then, a part of her knew; the ancient wolf was dead. A sudden sliver of grief pierced her chest.
Mournfully, Caolan raised her muzzle to the air. The young wolf let out a long, sad howl, one that silenced even the gulls. She didn't know how long she sang for the dead. Those bitter seconds and minutes melted together.
When she returned her gaze to the ground, the tide was coming in. The cold water lapped at her ankles. Grandmother was gone. Caolan searched and searched for the corpse, fear strangling her throat, but no one was to be found. Her paws were nearly numb from the chill.
And suddenly, it struck her; Grandmother knew she was going to die. She knew it, had known it. Caolan sighed.
On her way back to the pack, she turned her gaze back to the expanse of sea. A mother orca and her tiny calf, just born, surged through the water and into the air, before falling back with a mighty crash.
Caolan returned to the trees and began to pad back home.
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Winter 
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