ZAHARA SIGHED WITH relief as she found herself in her fox form, running through the grass. She felt happy and free at these times, chasing mice or finding interesting smells. While she always knew that she was something other than a mere fox, her thoughts became less complicated when she shifted into fur. She noticed a twinkle in the grass with her sharp eyes and bounded over. As she got closer she slowed, her body becoming tense and quiet as all her instincts told her to be careful, but it was just a discarded chocolate bar wrapper. Zahara was confused, since her instincts were still shouting at her to pay attention. She looked around, half expecting to find a wolf ready to pounce, when she realized she was near a cliff.
Zahara carefully picked her way closer to the edge and looked over,
