Mortar and Stone

The gentle sounds of winds whipping around the terrain caught her attention, ears perking forward the as wind whistled past her lobes. Everything about this place was elegant and graceful, as if everything was all in line and coherent to each other. The sights were beautiful as she could see the gold and red leaves that still dangled on the branches from the cedar and oak trees.

The distant sounds of a stream caught her sound and lapped at the water once she reached it. The water was icy cold from the coolness of the breeze that whipped around her ebony coat that slightly stayed near her right eye. She shook her pelt as the fur moved back into her head and she smiled as she saw her emerald eyes in the reflection of the stagnant stream.

"This sure is beautiful," she thought to herself and smiled as she looked out at the world. She soon heard the sounds as if someone, or something was coming near her. She turned her figure to see if she could see the wolves or other animals that had come to her. She stood on guard for she was not sure if this was an enemy, or a foe.