A white wolf was stealthily walking through the bushes. It seemed that her delicate legs floated on the cold dew of the morning. Vaharine was behind her, reveling in the unusual scents brought by the mountain breeze.
That was the first time that Vaharine and her mother left the den together after the arrival of the cold season, today they would go to the Millennial Tree to hunt. This winter had been very hard, Farine had only been able to feed his clan with small rodents like shrews and mice, who occasionally went out in search of food and to take advantage of the cold rays of light that barely filtered through the thick treetops that covered the sky, besides, they had died of cold and hunger several puppies.
The were arriving when Farine noticed an unmistakable smell
--Get down and don't make any noise-- Farine ordened to her daughter, who quickly reacted--
suddenly a thick black fur passed a few meters from them, fortunately neither saw nor smelled them. At that moment, Farine's suspicions were fulfilled, they were black wolves, their eternal enemies. Wherever the stepped, it was dyed black. The hairs on the back of Farine's neck bristled and she felt terrible impulses to attack. No, she couldn't put his daughter's life at risk, in addition, they were in a minority. Quickly, she turned around and addressed to the clan by a different route. They would cross the river to hide their smell and that there wouldn't no chance of being followed.
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White wolves forest
FantasyThe legend tells that hundreds of years ago there were a special kind of white wolves. Their mission was to take care of the forest and protect all the creatures that lived there of the greed of the black wolves, who wanted to destroy it. Their lead...
