In the back of an alley, a rustle was heard, followed by the crash of tin against cement. The sleek, Russian blue furred wolf whimpered at the loud noise. Footsteps were heard rushing forward on the pavement of the great city streets. The wolf backed up as far as she could against the brick wall, hoping that she wouldn't get caught.

"Oy, I think it got loose over 'ere!" The men swarmed around the entrance, guns pointed at the edge. "Come on out you monstrous b***h!"
The wolf took in a deep breath. "I don't want to go back in the zoo!" She aimed herself and thought out the run. Suddenly she burst forward as a flash of gray, her heart beating at an alarming rate. The angered shouts of the hunters were getting farther behind but their bullets were still going forth. She growled when a silver bullet grazed her right leg, but still ran
ahead.

After getting out of there range she hauled herself up into an abandoned church, a rarity in the city, and sat. She checked her leg wound and saw it was just a small burn wound and would heal in time. Transforming back into her 15 year old human self, she curled up in a ball, naked, and cried. Shivering in the cold, raining atmosphere, she pulled up old ragged blankets and placed them around herself. She fell asleep.