Given up {open}

A delicate white frame was lying on the on the sandy beach unmoving, she was laying on one of her wings and the other was coving her flank. From a distance it would appear as if the she-wolf was dead mostly likely do to starvation because of her skinny frame. But that was not the case; if one was to approach her seemingly lifeless body they could see that her blue eyes were fully open. She was not dead yet but she felt like she mind as well have been. After a full year of torturing herself about her bothers lost life she was about ready to give up on herself completely. Maybe death was all that was left for her, it was all she deserved for leaving her brother alone to fend for himself. He died because she didn’t help him when he needed it most. All she could do was runaway like the coward she was and now her brother was dead because of it. There was no point to her living anymore all she was doing running from a past she could never escape so she would lay here.

But there was one who hadn’t given up on her yet, and that was her anima Whisker, he was farther down shore carrying a fish he caught for her. He transformed into a fox since it thought it would faster than staying in his cat form, He laid the fish down and nudged to closer to her, “Come on Crescent you haven’t eaten in days, you have to eat something. How can you expect to keep your strength up if you starve yourself?” Whisker had been pleading with her for days to eat something he knew she was ready to give up but he didn’t want her die this way. Whisker looked down at his paws as he felt waves from the ocean, the tide was starting to come in he prodded Crescent flank with his muzzle in an attempt to get her to move, “We can’t stay here Crescent you have to move.” But Crescent didn’t respond at all she just continued to lay where she was, “Please Crescent you have to get up” he said now pleading with her.

(Dont delete her yet, ill edit this post with Ocean tomorrow because I have to go to bed now, please wait)

(who said anything about deleting >.>)

(No one, dont give up i guess, lol stupid joke)

Arella walking down the beach. It was warm outside and the waves were just coming in. As she avoided the many rocks in this area, Arella felt good when the water ran over her feet. It wasnt too cold today.

Suddenly Arella saw a wolf and its anima on the beach. The waves were mosyining around the wolf, but Arella didnt get the feeling that she was sunbathing. The wolf looked dead, but its anima was there, so it was still alive.

She changed into a foz and came closer, but stayed fairly far away.
"Hello? Do you need help?" she called. Ocean, please come. Arella called to Ocean.

Whisker was shoving on the white she-wolf trying his to get her to move, but she wouldn't budge. He just wasn't strong enough to move her on his own, and she wouldn't respond to him in anyway what could he do to bring hope back to his wolf. She lost her brother and ran from everything else that she knew all she had left with Whisker himself but apparently that wasn't enough for Crescent. Whisker morphed back into his cat form, he was looking down at the white wolf his sadness easy to see in his eyes, he rub his tail across her flank has he did many times before as a way of encouragement or support for the wolf when she felt like she could no longer go on, "Crescent you know i would accept anything you chose to do, but this? i can't stand here and watch you like this. Please get up Crescent" he pleaded once more. But there was still no response from her.

Whisker looked out towards the waves of the ocean, as they came creeping towards them, Whiskers ears were flat on his head. There was nothing else he could do if she wouldn't get up on her own, he was much to small to move her on his own; He looked back down at Crescent with his tail still lightly rolling along her flank, “I can't make you move but the best I can do is to make sure you don't go alone." Whiskers ears suddenly stood up when he heard someone speak, he turned his head towards the voice seeing a fox staring at them. He could instantly tell it must have been some wolf's anima, what fox would want to help a fox, there was still some help left, " can't get her to move and the tide is coming in she'll be swept out to the ocean if we can't get her to move."