All I can see are piercing browish green eyes looking at me. Her wolf moves through the forest like the moon does passing through the trees. Where could she be going? Her state of mind is blunt only focused on one thing ....
Mate is all I can think. Where could they be? Will they love me for me? Is this love only going to be because of the history of the wolves? I feel my paws getting lighter with each move I make. As they reach the coolness of the mossy damp forest floor. Then I finally see what I have waited my whole life too see... Deep dark brown eyes I could get lost in for years. He is a redish brown wolf almost the color of the red wood Sequoyahs..
As I sense a wolf quickly approaching all I can do is stop and stare. My she wolf is a sliver color of the moon's rays of perfect light. How could such a beautiful creature exist. I wonder looking into those longing brownish green eyes. She looks so full of life and curiosity.. The only thing that is standing in between the peace and serenity of us is the creek gruggling from the small water fall it created.
Would she want to see me as a human or wait I wonder still watching her moving my paws through the water slowly for of fear of her leaving me. I want to know this wolf by tonight.
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WerewolfA love story between two wolves... Love, Action, Pain. What we all experience at some point...