The Forrest Wolf

The forrest was quaking with thunders as I ran threw it, like it was tell me something. I had no other choice but to abide it, it was like the forrest and this feeling running threw it had been made for me. This is why I'm the LAST forrest wolf.

I'm the strongest and the biggest out of all of my ancestors which is why I'm still alive. You see, my kind of wolf is well known but also well forgotten.

I'm slowly starting to drift away to my wolf.

Years in the forrest just... Vanish.

But one random morning my wolf just decided to go for a run, which by the way, we have never gone so early before.

But I don't regret any minute of it because thats when I saw him.

He had dark, almost black fur and I could see glistening honey brown eye's looking at me.

then, he came charging at me, with full speed if I must add.

Until his wet and black nose was touching mine. I pulled away when I felt sparks, what is this feeling?

"My mate" he whispered. What does mate mean?