Crest walked to a den that didn't had any wolves using this, silent den. She tried to find
some grass or small sticks. When she did, she placed them on a spot where Crest likes.
She rested on it, like hay. It some was quite pointy, so Crest had some pain. When
Crest got up after resting, tiny spots of crimson was all over her body, but not her belly.
She ignored the pain and howled if anyone was around. But she feared it would be
stupid to do that. So she stopped howling, and tried to find food instead. But it didn't
even work at all. So she just rested on the ground more than the pile of sticks and
grass. The Skies didn't do much of her now. She only watched animals come by. When
they did, Crest will quickly bite them, then eat them. Puddles of blood rushed into
another direction. Blood wasn't her fear.
Crest seemed not hungry anymore, but very, bored.
Nothing. It was just the sound of the winds gently blowing.
Crest was going to rest now on.

"Nothing. The winds just blow. What a piece of time to waste through finding rubbish."
Crest's blue sapphire like-eyes looked in the sky.
It wasn't peaceful. It was just a sky. What could it possibly do?
Crest wondered. But she was sleepy.
So she decided to sleep. Any sound would awaken her.
"Food..." Crest said, as she selpt.