This wolf is immortal! It will never age or die. It cannot be bred or used in roles, or retired into. This wolf has not rolled over today and will not be able to be traded or gifted until its next rollover.
- not again...- the dim light in the room flickered, there she was, again in that hellhole; she felt the fur on her back stand when another wolf appeared in the corner of her eye, a dangerous growl riverberate through the four white walls. -let's end it-
a yelp of pain escaped from her throat, feeling the electric shock of one of the humans' weapons, the room shifted again, the light so bright that she found herself shutting her eyes. when she opened it again, a human was in front of her, the white cloack and the green gloves were a dreadful omen of what was about to happen. She tried to move, to run, but her body was tied on that damn table. The human kept coming closer, deaf to her panicked snarls
-no...No! NO!-
-No!- a gasped bark boomed in the den, scaring awake the other guest.
-...Love...?- he whispered.
She snapped her head around, looking into the worried green eyes of her partner
-I...I'm fine...It was just another nightmare...- she breathed. the White wolf came closer, no words needed.
- you are not there anymore, love...you are free- he assured, licking lovingly her ears, coaxing her in snuggling in his fur. a soft "hm" left her, the soft fur, so different from the her ragged one, lulling her back to paceful sleep, with her loved guardian watching over it.