(aw) Home Sweet Home

Sweet, delicate aroma lured the lady to this orchard. Fruitful timber poured densely over unkempt land. Heavens painted its canvas in supple shades of blue around its noon, brilliant yellow star. Temperatures are pleasurably warm. Perhaps, the perfect day for most of wolf-kind.

Inner feelings are calm. No storms are yet brewing with the lady's mind; however, it would take but a sliver to send the gal in the direction of rain-filled eyes and a grey, cloudy heart. She is a sensitive soul, in an insensitive world. A prey perfectly exposed to the tragedies that life could bring. Though, some how she seemed to escape the cold all on her own.

Chocolate and ecru pelt flickered in the wind as if the hairs were tiny flames on a candlestick. The colors danced in harmony as they intertwined around the lady's collar. Innocent eyes set upon a creature's den. It could have been the bed of a fox, a wolf, or any den-dwelling creature. Her maw grabbed a few of the birthing fruit and blossoms within her lips and carried them over to the empty home. She placed each one carefully within the well-set stone, decorating it wonderfully for whomever the den belonged to. She draped some blossoming, lavender-colored vines over the entrance. She took a step back to take in her work as she contemplated on the direction of her seemingly endless journey. Ah, it looked much more inviting now.