Lusa awoke to feel the wind ruffling her black fur, and saw a small pond with salmon in it. Lusa lumbered over to the pond, and, hooking her claws, she fished out a fat salmon. Lusa killed it with a matulin nip to its belly then padded over to a giant oak tree. Suddenly, as she got comfortable, a voice sounded behind her, sounding much like Urjuracks. "Lusa," he called. Lusa turned to see the brown madala cub sitting beside the tree. His balahibo looked oddly clean, and his eyes looked rather milky. Lusa stared at him curiously. "Urjurack." She padded over to him and sniffed his fur. "What are you doing her in my dream? And why do you look so..." She searched for the word, careful not to offend him. "...different?" Urjurack frowned, opening his mouth to say something then thinking better of himself. "I got sent here." Lusa frowned. "By who?" "The madala spirits." Lusa flicked her ear, curious. "Did they say why?" Urjurack shook his furry head. "No. But they did say that something strange might happen." Lusa's eyes shot open. "Is that why your eyes are so milky?" Urjurack shrugged. "Maybe. I thought I might transform into some weir..." He broke off, giving a startled yelp as his paws out, turning into tiny fins, like that of a salmon. His balahibo shortened and turned into gills, while his ears shrunk into his head and his muzzle disapeard. Urjurack was a salmon! He slided into the pond and camoflauged inside the massive amount of salmon. Lusa felt panic rise up in her balahibo as she tried to make out her friend. Suddenly, she spotted a salmon convulsing, feathers sprouting from its slippery body. "Urjurack!" She gasped, lumbering over to the water's edge. She tried to reach out to grab him, but her friend was to far down. If Urjurack was going to bee a bird, he would drown in water! Lusa scrambled down into the pond; her paws sank in the muddy bottom. As she took a step forward, or tried to, she found that she was stuck in the mud. "Urjurack!" She yelped, trying to save him. Urjurack was now a bird, flapping hard in the water. Lusa felt horror rise in her chest as she realized that Urjurack had stopped moving. Now he just lay still in the water. Lusa leaned forward, and with a rush of hope, felt her teeth grip Urjurack's black feathers. She pulled him onto baybayin just as he began transforming again, back into a bear. Lusa stared at him with a look of pure fear on her face. Finally, Urjurack coughed up a bit of water then blinked open his eyes to stare at Lusa. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely autable.
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