Story: River was walking through the forest, when another wolf appeared. She was very scruffy and her grey tail was drooping from age. "Hello," she said. "And who may you be, walking through my forest?" "Y-your forest?" River stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know this was your territory, I'll leave right away." "Leave? Why don't you stay for a bit?" The wolf walked into a crack in a boulder and beckoned for the young wolf to come. "And what did you say your name was?" "River" "Ah, a very pretty name. Too bad you can't keep it." A deep red flashed in the strange wolf's eyes. Before she knew it, River's pelt turned grey. "Ah, young at last! Oh, and you might want to know, your name is no longer River; that's my name. Your name is Mandura." The young (now old) wolf ran out fo the cave. She couldn't stand to be in it a second longer, but it wasn't long before she collapsed to the ground, unable to breathe.
Ach! Scratch ruined the quality! Oh well
