The pack of wolves lingered the land, death waiting inside as she watched them move. Slowly and silent, their paws made it through the tribal land where nobody lived but the last Navajo tribe.

She could see a fire with smoke filling the air, curled up and hoping the night would end soon. The moon was full and something just wasn’t right. She could feel her soul stir with emotions she wanted to hide.

Where her father had been, god only knew, but knew his spirit was among the land where a single wolf lingered away from the pact. Its nose picked up something she couldn’t quite tell. A dead dear, or maybe a snake. God only knew what could be found in the land outside of Vegas.

Clara watched as the wolf then stopped and circled around something she couldn’t quite see. Then, it howled for at least a minute as the moon was full and a flock of birds suddenly flew overhead as though something was chasing them away from the land.

Then at once, the pact full of wolves came running near, past the tribe as the Indians hustled onto their horses, chasing and chanting for the wolves to be caught. But what they saw made everyone stop. Even Clara stopped breathing for just a split second.

A dead woman was found, naked and bruised with a single scarf around her neck. Her head was turned to the side, eyes still open with her ankles apart and bruises formed on the inside of her thighs. Her clothes were gone as the tribe stood still, but the wolves kept running as the chief came down off of his horse.

“She must be covered” Chief Buffalo said, as the others agreed, shaking their heads as eyes watched the chief pick her up.

Her hair was blond with deep green eyes, but what chief noted was that a small tattoo was on her right arm. An angel’s wing with a tear underneath, as the chief rubbed over it with the tip of his finger.

The others just watched, uncertainty appearing as they followed Chief Buffalo back to the tent where he took her inside and laid her down, releasing her corps as a gentle soul. Her covered her body with Buffalo fur, all eyes watching as the moon was then covered by a single cloud.

“Do not leave the sacred land” Chief Buffalo said, knowing that death was more to come. For where there was one, there would be more. His tribe had lost the ones from the east, and now they stayed closer than air inside their lungs. He wanted no more to become extinct; a faint memory that no one could see.