Of Wolves and Water

A shadow, silhoutetted against the setting sun, made it's way down to the water, to watch the tumbling aqua make it's descent into the roiling pool below. A fine mist settled on her thick ebony coat, making it sparkle in the light of the dying sun as she gazed over the water. She could see the sleek outlines of fish as they swam within the body of water, graceful and quick. Ducks paddled around on the opposing side of the pond, making sure to keep a distance from the fierce looking she wolf. It was beautiful where she was, spring making the world green, making the rushing water louder than usual, making the flowers bloom, making prey more plentiful for the many wolves that lived here.

Bi coloured pools, left of evergreen and right of cyan, glowed faintly from an ebony face, marred by a russet streak going from above the lady's eye, down her cheek and throat, and meeting with the blaze of red on her chest. Her front legs were also tainted entirely with the colour, and the rest of her body remained black as night. The dame also possessed a mane of thick ebony fur around her powerful neck, wild and unruly, adding to her intimidating appearance. Her long legs, thickened slightly by cords of strong muscles, made her a great hunter. She was a large wolf, which really didn't help her seem harmless, but she didn't have much bulk, her muscles were rather wiry, and her shoulders petite. The ebony and russet she wolf sat calmly, quietly on the bank of the pool, tail wrapped around powerful paws.