The autumn crisp leaves blew around in the morning air, landing softly next to a red furred figure. It was Autumnfur, sitting on the edge of the Unknown Canyon.

"I wonder what's down there..."

This was curiosity. Autumnfur being curious was very rare.

Being curious and all, sometimes she would wonder about her scars. She would wonder were she got them. Her memory was slightly blurred. She had no more family members in her pack, not a pack at all. No wolf to socialize with. Young bright Autumnfur was basically alone with her father and the wilderness.

Autumnfur's gaze was fixed downward on the canyon, her tail twitching at the times she thought deeply about the depth of it.

"Maybe she fell down there..."

That was a horrible thought she had. Thinking her older unknown sister had fallen down the canyon. She doesn't mean to think like this, though. Autumnfur still wonders about her sister, not even meeting her...

Well, she had met her of course. She lived with her in her pup months. Her father had directly told Autumnfur that she had gotten lost in the night- and had died shortly after. That was all he spoke of her. That was it.

Autumnfur's fathers name was Seth. He had said her sisters name was Lilac. She had a shining grey coat with purple eyes. That was it.
Autumnfur would keep asking;

"Daddy? What was Lilac like?"

"She was small, smooth, round, and liked to play a lot. I thought I had already discussed this with you."

Seth would say. Autumnfur believed it.
It was true, her father had stated.

Autumnfur was in a daze staring down the canyon. The breeze thickened, forcing her fur to sway to the left. Her brown torn scarf did so as well. At a slower pace. It was her torn, unfashionable scarf she had discovered hanging on a wicked tree branch. She found it swaying there in the tree, just a random scarf hanging about in the tree.

She liked it. It kept her neck a little warm, and it went with her coat color a bit. She would look at the scarf and think a lot of herself...

Autumnfur was red, which is pretty much similar to brown.

The outdoors always was cold in the mornings, but she was never effected by it.

She swayed slightly in the wind, along with the scarf.

And finally,
She was torn.

"Autumfur! Autumnfur! Where are you?"

A faint but deep voice sounded in the backround, behind the oak and birch trees. Autumnfur's ear perked, her head turned around facing the sound.

"Y... Yes? Father?" She barked back.

"Where are you?!" It called.

"I have been over here... by the canyon!"

There was silence.
Suddenly, she heard the hard pitter-patter sound of paws crunching the dry leaves; the trotting of a massive animal.
She knew right then and there it was Seth, her father. She had just remembered, that he never wanted her hanging around by the canyon.

'...It is to dangerous! You could get injured, you could die! I already lost one of you... I'm not losing the other...'

"Oh no..." Said Autumnfur. She stood to her paws, shaking off the dirt and grass blades off her rear. Seth had finally reached her on the other side of the forest. About this time the sun had fully risen up above the horizon, and the air had gotten warmer.

The dark grey timber wolf leaped into view. The fur on his shoulders was on end, and his head hung low. Seth barred his teeth and growled his words.

"What did I tell you about the canyon!"

"I-... I'm..." Autumnfur whimpered hanging her head down low, her tail between her hind legs, ears flattened the the sides of her head. These body motions showed that she gave up- that she was weak and couldn't attack.

"Come here."

Seth ordered.
Autumnfur forced herself to him, his deep breaths pounding on her forehead.

"Why don't you listen?! Your a young women now. You need to take more responsibility in things." He snarled.

"But dad, I'm a tween-"

"Two years of age counts! Now let's go, before anything bad happens."

Seth turned, walking down the path he came; along followed Autumnfur. She had JUST turned 2 years old only a while ago. She was a tween, meaning if she was human, she would be rounded about 11 or 12.

They walked down the half-dead leaf path, past the oak and birch trees, and through thorn bushes. The thorn bushes have always been there, many of them in the same spot for years. In Summer they were big, in Winter they grew short until next Summer. It was odd. Autumnfur KNEW those bushes were old. She could tell by the branches- thin and withered, few leaves, many thorns. One bush was about how tall Autumnfur was. How could they still be there?

That didn't matter. What mattered was what would happen when she got back to the den, there small moss-stone den that stood sturdy in the clearing. They finally got down into the dim part of the Enchanted Forest where Autumnfur and Seth lived their whole life. Seth stopped dead in his tracks, along with Autumnfur.

"Why don't you listen..."

"Daddy, I'm sorry... I won't do it again-"

"You had already said that the last time. Look, I don't want anything to happen to you. Your the only part of me that I have left, and I am NOT going to lose you because of a stupid canyon, and a two hundred feet plummet to your death!"

Seth snarled at his daughter. Autumnfur jerked her head back away from the noise. She started whining, and knew what she had to do. Collecting up all of her braveness, she padded past Seth. His splitting yellow eyes followed her every step. Autumnfur's cranium was held low. She walked to the den and stepped inside. It suddenly got cooler at the opening. Her paw pads touched the cooled stone and have her slight chills as she padded inside.

Autumnfur went to the back of the den and sat on her haunches. Her tail wrapped around her paws like a cats would. She bend down onto her front elbows and lay in the darkness of her home. Autumnfur closed her emerald green eyes, and hoped on going to sleep...

Waiting. Just waiting...