No Time For Weeping

The day was falling, causing the dark Archer to stir from his slumber. The call of their Moon Mother sang to him, bringing out the shadow into her rays of light. He often moved with the moon, his heavily dark coat weighing him down in the summer heat and bright sun. The cold was coming to them and he wondered how it might trial the small group of loners.

After some time he found himself moving along after Ellery's trail. No particular reason but as he contined the scent of a strange wolf caught his attention. Devilishly pointed ears perked with interest as he wondered who tread along what Judas considered, for the moment anyhow, their own.

She, or, it was unlike any wolf Judas had seen before. It wasnt so much her russet and black coat that threw him, but her body. A well rounded torso on long, thin limbs with a head that looked pinched and much too small for her body. It had to be the oddest and ugliest canine (for surely it was no wolf) he had ever seen! Because of these things, he stopped next to Ellery and just quietly stared.
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