sneek peek, cat tails

The wind billowed through the cats fur. it ripped at everything, like claws ripping at a tree. Howls echoed through the air as he ran. the rain pelted at his back, growing stronger each second. he could feel the animals breath on his back. then everything stopped. black, lonely, lost. perfect words for this situation. And not only had cupcake found the wolves, the wolves had found him...