I smell a scent on the winds coming from the north into the snowy woods.My wolf takes over and he smells the salt of tears and cherry blossoms. I miss the Cherry blossoms of my childhood,I wish to find the source. I run to the clearing,stopping and changing back to human form, at the edge of the meadow,I smell fear, I see a small figure try to hide them self in a pile of snow. I walk over to the pile of snow and take off my coat and drape it over the tiny bundle. I lift them up in my arms and cuddle them to my chest.It's a pure white haired girl with pearlescent skin and Cupid's bow lips,my wolf yearns to see her eyes.My wolf wishes to protect her yet I don't know why. Her breathing has become steady and calm, no longer panicked,she had fallen asleep.
I carry her to my campsite where I make a warm fire and place her on my sleeping mat,putting my blanket over her. While she sleeps,I make jerky over the fire,from the carcass of a fresh caribou, the scent reaching my nostrils. Plumes of smoke drifting into the darkness of the cave.
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Running With the Moon
WerewolfThe moon,its shining light,pure, white and gleaming,like a mothers touch yet the darkness wraps me in a trance.
