Prince of Wolves

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i watch princess.

she stretches in the fresh spring air.

it has been a year since we lived in this prosperous forest.

it has treated us well.

better then any other.

i remember every day since i met her.

but she doesn't.

she was human.

i was wolf.

now, she is nimble and quick on her paws.

i remember the first time she tried to walk.

how graceful she had been,

landing on her snout.

now, she is in between.

not quite silent, not quite clumsy.

right in the middle.

her belly is round.

and not because of the amount of prey we eat.

i nudge her gently.

she nips at me.

i follow her to the stream.

i watch her drink.

she crouches, belly brushing the forest floor.

"you don't need to follow me."

she growls.

"but i do."

i reply and follow her back to the den.

i would remind her of when she followed me everywhere when the pack was starving.

she wouldn't remember.

all she says she remembers is the dagger.

the sole reminder of her old life.

now, we are wolves.

we are the leaders of our pack.

mates.

partners.

prince and princess.

royal wolves.

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