The young woman laughed as she sat inside sharing jokes with family, the festive tree set up in the living room, a couple personal presents under it already. The young woman smiled, showing her white teeth, a couple kids raced to the window, "Momma Momma!! Look Snow!!" The young woman's eyes turned to the window with shock, "What? that can't be children, there hasn't been snow here for years...." Yet, something made her stand up and lean on the window sill. Her green eyes wide, "Snow... the first snow in years... Just before christmas..." She smiled as tears welled up in her eyes. Her christmas wish had been granted this year... Finally, someone had heard her prayers.
Though, definately not who she might have expected.
Watching the family through the window of the house, was a child of maybe twelve. She had followed this family for sometime now. She had been left to her own since she was about eight. She traveled much more than one her age should... As it was, she wasn't a known child, she was simply... A no one. She didn't have a name. She didn't have a birthday or parents. Not that she had known of anyways. She let tears roll down her cheeks, and the snow started to fall a little heavier. With a sniffle, she left the happy family. Another christmas alone, another year coming to an end. As she reached the trees, she changed, she shifted into an amazingly white wolf, large paws, long legs. She was pretty gangly, being just a pup. She looked back once more, every line in her body could be read as sadness. Another fulse turn, another sad end. She turned and started to pad farther and farther into the trees, lifting her muzzle she started a lonely howl.
The mother, laughing excitedly with her children as her husband pulled into the driveway, heard the howl, and all went quiet, the mother smiled softly, "Hear that children? Thats a wolf calling."
"Really? I thought there weren't wolves anywheres near here mumma..." asked a little girl,
"Yes darlin', There arn't anymore in this area, but that one had better get goin, and fast. If it sticks around it'll be gone like the rest." Her papa answered as he picked her up with a large grin.
The boy was a little older than his sister, at the age 13, had turned back to the window and whispered, "Run little wolf, run. Run till your as fast as white water, till your paw's don't touch the ground and leave no track for them to follow." He had read the poem from somewhere in a book in class. What book he couldn't remember. He watched the snow fall heavily, wondering where the wolf would go.
And so it was, the Last Snow Marker showed herself.
