[i]"Put it to sleep...like using a lullaby."[/i] North thought back to when she'd been a child, and after particularly difficult days, her mother would sing to her. She could still remember her mother's voice, rough and strained during the day, but at night had an unexpected sweetness to it. Her room would be dark and warm, and during the summer, crickets would fill the empty space between words with their own songs. In the winter, a fire would captivate her with its crackling pops and snaps instead. Allowing herself to remember what she'd felt - a soft haze of contentment, security, but most importantly affection - while reciting the verses brought a wave of bitter, smiling regret crashing down.

[i]"You would have hated her if you'd known ay different, so why should your memories be fond?"[/i] Maybe it was gratitude, the desire of love in return, or even just hormones and chemicals, but North found that her one human tie to the world was the only thing that would bring her back.

[i]Wandering child of the earth 
Do you know just how much you're worth? 
You have walked this path since your birth 
You were destined for more[/i]

Sighing softly, the young wolf felt her heavy eyelids close in sleep, unaware that she was now a small girl curled up on the floor.