Within a clearing in the woods, the sun's rays are filtered by the canopy of trees. There is a beaten path that leads your eyes to a pair of wolves, looking around. They are neither dangerous or hungry, but instead curious and hopeful. One turns to you and you swear she looks familiar to you, as if you've seen her before - with that glistening coat of dark fur and topaz eyes. She stares at you, before blinking and motioning with her head a tattered note before your feet.

She's left it for you, a small snippet of her life before. By the time you have it in your hands, you look up to find she is gone - only that golden haze of sunset ever similar to topaz eyes.