Prompt: The place where the wild pines grow
(Word Count: 150 Words)
In the place where the wild pines grow, there is a beautiful, elusive creature. She does not have a name. It is known only that she trots tirelessly through the mysterious forest that is untouched by human hands. At night it is said that her howls can be heard, only silenced during the full moon, in which a beautiful, wordless song of silver replaces them. With no family or pack, she runs alone, with only the wilderness, stars and moon for company. Some call her a goddess, others fearfully declare her an enchantress, still more christen her as the guardian of the forest. She is wise. Cunning. Terrifying. Kind. I am the only person alive to have ever seen her. I had been hunting when I saw her silhouette against the moon. She stood, sadly gazing at the stars, tears in her eyes. The last Silver Wolf of the East.
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