Felix's eyes were closed. Opening them lightly she moved her head some to see what was going on. All she could see was the male bison on the ground but couldn't find Tip. Placing her paws on the ground she tried to push herself up. A cracking could be heard. Dropping to the ground again she picked up her head and licked where she was hurting, that didn't do much good. She dropped her head back on the ground and was still breathing badly. Her stomach moved slowly as she continued breathe. Trying to get back up more cracking could be heard then she just dropped herself to the ground. Picking up her head again she looked at her side. The ribs were most likely broken. Letting her head drop to the ground she laid unable to move.

'What a fool', 'Your always getting in the way Tip, why are you so reckless? you could have gotten yourself killed!' 'TIP! stop messing around.' Tips eyes flickered slightly open, only to see a thick brown blur. His eyes grew heavy again so he gave in to sleep once more.

He was young, a pup following his noes through the brush, Tip found himself exploring all the smells. Eating things that no one else would touch, playing in mud ditches, climbing trees, chasing wind currents where the ravens would glide above him. His siblings picked on him through the remainder of the day, his body was thinner, taller, even longer stocked then his well built siblings. All closer to the ground and well laid out with lean muscle. His color different and ears two sizes two big he was the gene outside the normalcy of his pack, which was frowned upon by most. It didn't bother him though. He found his ways of drawing attention. When his father died the pack began to wither. Tips sister became Alpha since their mother had died long before the father, Tip was of teen age by then. As the pack straggled through the months ahead Tip seemed to only find time to goof off. He found it easy to accidentally prevent any mishaps the pack came to face. First time was from being chased by a puma while cliff climbing. Not knowing that the cat was stalking a pair of wolf cubs which in turn made him become heroic to the eyes of a few pack mates. Another was with a flock of ravens, thick in numbers, refusing to allow the starving wolves eat their prey. Tip happened to be running down a hill, packed snow driving at his heels. He skid then jumped onto a large bolder ahead of him, snow bashing into its side. The ravens took flight in fear. He was happy to go through all the good memories of his former life, but the happy dream soon ended. A crow turned back on Tip flying into his face crowing aggressively. Tip lost his footing and fell to his death off a cliff into the raging waters below. The crows shadow hovered above him taunting him further and further way from his home. Loud pops shot in the air, trees breaking in two, yells and bellows from beasts cried out from the forest as he jumped from boulder to boulder. Tip slipped deeper into the rivers mouth being tugged under the rapids then fell back to reality. A crow called out to him from atop the dead bison. The sun was at high noon.

He then stood to his feet better rested, but tormented by the part of the dreams he could remember. Slowly, carefully Tip opened a side of the bison carcass then walked over to Felix. He laid with her the remainder of the night, watching and caring for her wounds till she woke from her slumber. Tip wished her dreams would be a little more enjoyable then his own nightmares.

Felix laid in the same postion all night. Afraid to move. She didn't want the ribs more broken then they were. Waking up she sniffed around with her nose. Her green eyes resting upon Tip. He had stayed with her the whole night? Turning her head she sniffed some more. She could smell the meat from the bison that had ramed her into a tree. Resting her head on the ground for a moment she picked it back up to lick her side. Surprised her eyes widened. Moss was wrapping around her. Covering her like a blanket. The moss most likely came alive at night and started to try and take her before morning but it was too slow. Rolling to her stomach she moved her head and started to lick Tip's wounds.