I stood at the edge of the forest. Omi stood next to me, staring at the open field. Wind whipped my long black hair into my violet eyes. "Omi, what are we going to do?" I asked, a hint on fear entering my voice. "We'll do what we always do, Amy." The wolf replied, her gaze shifting towards me. "What's that?" I asked softy. Omi's eyes locked on mine. "Survive, Amy. Survive together."