The Walker

Grim was feeling h a p p y tonight. He skulked along the pack border his eyes shining like embers in the moonlight and breathed a call into the darkness to be greeted. He sat waiting to be met and took the opportunity to look into the sky. The stars glittered, the wind howled through the valley and the moon sat in a perfect crisp sickle that mimicked the wide grin over the man’s features.

He was a patient creature by nature, the alpha could take as long as he pleased to greet him and he would not be surprised if by mid-day the next day he was still sitting in the same spot, still smiling eagerly like a statue waiting to be collected and displayed.

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