Clarabelle

Clarabelle was a fine young lady, known to the jammers as the prettiest animal your eyes deserved to see. But. she had more important things to worry about other than her looks. You see, after the well known alpha, Greeley, had unexpectedly had two twin pups, she agreed to take them, glossing over the risks of such pups of high status, putting her and the pups in danger of phantoms. And now today, the family sits on there fin expensive couch, of course purchessed by the wealthy Clara. She had made them stay inside because of traces of phantoms nearby. They complained, but to no use, she said as she wanted and that was to happen. "If I had known there would be so much phantoms only restaurants in this town, I wouldn't of moved here" said Clara, defending her intentions. The twins shrugged, only than to continue with there lunches set on the floor (and not Clara's good couch of course) Clara sighed, and thought of moving her and the two pups away from the ugly town they did now, and move back to the whereabouts of Greeley's neighborhood. But, she couldn't of course, Greeley, who was too much of a genius for his own good, would never allow them to live there, not even if there was the phantom apocalypse anywhere but there, and she knew that it wouldn't at all be safe for her and her "children" so she didn't think about it for the rest of the day. Clara stir awake. The day much brighter than usual. she winced twice. Twitched her ears. Smelt the air. Fire. flashed in her mind. The jumped out of bed, only to be greeted by a wall of light blocking her path. She lept over the heat and into the pups's room. She shook them awake with no word. She forced them ahead to the doorframe. Almost out of the bright fire lit building. Now they were all out, all in one piece. No Pups. they perished in the fire. What would she do now?