selenophile (n.) || a person who loves the moon
A rabbit darted across the pathway and young wolves were instantly in pursuit.
She paused, listening to their paws rustling through the forest floor, and then a short, quiet howl of victory sauntered into the morning air. The temperature was slowly growing warmer on the mountainside and the snow began its decrease. With the spring season, the wildlife came back to life and patches of brown earth could be seen more often underneath the heavy snow.
The last snow storm that had rolled through barely lasted as most of it turned into sleet and rain. She always admired the winter's stubborn determination to conquer the world but it could never win against the coming warm months. It was a few minutes before Skeet emerged first from the forest and she smiled. The other wolves followed, licking their jaws, and Thane particularly licked her hands until she held them up with a laugh.
This would be the fifth time this month that she had taken them out to hunt and she felt fairly certain that they could handle foraging for their own food eventually. It was their instinct, after all. Their mother would nurse them through the early stages of life and once they got their paws under them, they naturally took to fending for themselves.
She just wasn't sure that she was ready to let them go on their own yet. She almost missed their puppy days where she could pick them up and cuddle them. They were maturing into young wolves, still a bit slim and gangly, but on their way to adulthood nonetheless.
She spotted a grey mushroom settled by a tree stump and she hurried over. Cross paused to listen a few paces ahead on the path and then he glanced back in annoyance. Lake frolicked around them, completing his eighteenth circle around them. He had endless amounts of energy, almost like he had ADHD and couldn't sit still for more than five minutes.
Skeet was always close to her side and he watched in curiosity as she bent down to examine the mushroom. Ever sniffed around the tree, glancing upwards as if in search of a squirrel, and she sputtered in surprise when Thane's nose popped up in her face, dragging his tongue across her face.
"Oh..Thane!" She whined, landing on her bum as she tripped backwards, "You just freaking ate, don't give me kisses! Ew, stop it!" She tried to fend him off with her hands but he was an immobile boulder and he continued to attack her until every inch of her face was sticky with saliva.
Finally, Thane gave her a wolfish grin and sat back on his haunches. She sat up and scowled.
"That's gross," She attempted to wipe her face with her sleeve, "I told you not to do that, and you never listen," She huffed and stood to her feet, "Now, look. My mushroom is ruined, some of those are good for storing, you know?"
Thane glanced down at the mushroom trampled beneath his paws, tilted his head, and simply looked back up at her with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. She rolled her eyes.
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Her Wolf Heart
WerewolfBook Three in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝And she thought they were heartless monsters.❞ ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫▫ ▫▫▫ She had nightmares about the creatures that lurked in the night and howled to the moon. One of them nearly killed her once and since the accident, s...