Puppy eyes

screams, howls, blood rang through the once peaceful clearing. The bark of birch forever stained with blood of the dead, the forest creatures escaped because their peace had been comprised, will the fighting ever stop young storm questions as her innocent childish mind will forever be stained by events just outside her window.... join storm from her young age and the journey she is on, (A/N sorry if its really bad but writing this at the age of 13 so please just know I'm writing this for the fun of it, but if you have helpful criticism for like spelling errors than please PLEASE comment away well if you do like my cringe worthy AF description than read away)