She plowed through the trees in a blur of silver and grey, an arrow from a bow. Fallen leaves crunched beneath her soft, silent paws. She could feel the blood pounding in her ears, her heartbeat racing in her chest. Her enhanced wolf vision catching every small movement, her ears every small sound. She closed her eyes, feeling the wind whip through her grey fur, tasting the hint of winter in the cool autumn air.
She gradually slowed to a stop, howling in the direction of the rising sun. Engulfed in her freedom, she smiled, life dancing in her liquid gold eyes. She spun around, away from the morning sun, and raced through the blazing red forest once again.
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Eye of the Winter Wolf
FantasyAfter millennials of war and devastation in the world of Allius, people were finally free to use and explore the mystical world of magic again. Other-worldly devils were driven out of their beloved Allius and were to never come back. Little did they...
