Aishya Helm

Rookie - 32 Points [Akena Bane]

Kyla's Song

She lays on soft ground, tears running down her face
She is caught in a war of a quickly dying race.

Her paws are swore, her muscles tight
She had led the pack throughout the cold night.

They were fleeing from danger, from man and his gun
No matter how hard they fought, they were still left to run.

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