As Leaves Fall so does Night
09-26-2013, 07:02 AM
As ivory pads set foot in the field, the petite red canine looked around. It was beautiful. The moonlight shone on the meadow, a slight breeze disturbing the silent night. The she-wolf stepped forward and a chill passed through her as the frostbitten ground made contact with her pads. Exhaling a sigh of content, Grace continued on. Her coat, ranging from reds to browns, lies flat against her frame and her tail low as a gesture of calm relaxation. Reaching the base of the prairie, her rump met the ground as she looked around once more. Perked ears rose in the utter stillness, listening for any sound possible. Green optics glowed into the darkness that surrounded her. She was going to become two years old in winter, which was almost here.Almost a year before she had left her parent to live on her own. Grace loved it. Being independent was great, yet also lonely. Not seeing another wolf in nearly a moon. Still inexperienced at fighting, that's dangerous for a wolf. The petite wolf closed her brilliant green eyes for a moment then reopened. Everything looked the same, smelt the same. Sighing in relief that another wolf wasn't there, Grace could be reassured. |