Bliss, the night air lay crisply undisturbed. Melodically the forest floor and barren-branched trees chirped with the breaking of dawn, highlighting the hills with its magnificent golden warmth. A band of robins, swift on the wing, swooped down to take their pick of the early morning grubs that squiggled amongst the myriad of decomposing leaves. One lone squirrel came forth from its concealed larder, still nibbling a fussily collected hazelnut, his fuzzy breath showing up cold against the thick chill of the winter air.
Nothing of this harmonious scene was disrupted when her white, delicate paws set foot outside the den. All of nature knew her to be a gentle creature, even in the manner in which she took down prey. Her fur, as white as the frost before her and as flowing as the spring rivers yet to come, floated freely; it did not stick to her frame as on other, more beastly canines. This wolf, arctic by species, had a certain, unifying beat to her existence. The ferns kissed her icy pelt as she waltzed along to a pool of rainwater, stooping her gracious head to take a drink. As the young female lifted her head calmly, slowly she opened her eyes.
Her peaceful, soulful blue eyes.
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Author's Notes after the first chapter.
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Just a short introduction, there's yet more to come so keep your ears sharp for more news of the wolf's adventures.
May the wolves protect you. 🐾
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Alabaster
SpiritualThis story is dedicated to my Main Original Character and spirit guide, Fern (formerly known as FernKiss). She has walked by my side ever since I can remember, only then I didn't realise my spiritual ties with her. This was originally what I could...
