Serpents of the night

Ravage prowled like a snake between the columns of stone. Her body was low to the grass, her lean torso rustling gently against the thin green strands. The night sky overhead was illuminated by a heavy moon which cast the grass and stone of The Rock Garden in a pale glow. The dark pelt of the she-wolf stood in stark contrast to the moon-bathed terrain, her crouched stance failed to hide her from the lunar glare. Her dark ears were cupped swiveled expectantly, but caught only silence.

The lanky female crouched in the shadow of a tall rock formation, her eyes staring warily into the night. The striped hairs on her shoulders were rigid and her tail came to almost curl over her haunches. Ravage often suspected that she was being followed, normally it was just an irritating tingle of paranoia in the back of her skull, but this feeling of alarm was much more persistent. Ravage took a decisive leap from her crouched position and landed more or less gracefully on the top of the narrow boulder. From this vantage point she was confident that she could identify any pursuers, real or imagined.


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