Rain of the Wolves

Across the way, a beautiful waterfall stood, towering like a hundred-foot building. They could feel the spray as they stood, gazing at its beauty.

The trees were tall, thick and healthy; the leaves deep green, flowers hung off all the branches. The meadows were bursting with wildflowers; their aroma flooded the air. The grass was almost knee-high, which was great for the wildlife.

Akita took a sharp breath as she fell to her knees, "It's beautiful here. I just wish I knew where here was. We were on the couch," she paused, "then we weren't."