A Magician's Way

She realized many wolves in the area were certainly trying to befriend her, but she did not wish a friend in the world. All she wanted was the touch of a brother or sister. As the meat would slide easily down her gullet she would catch the words of the visiting she wolf, "What is your name?" Twig would lash her tail in an irritated fashion. She preferred not to give her name out to those who were unknown to her, "My name is Esperanza, but you may call me Esper," Though the least she could do in return for the fish was give her a name to go with her face. "you can call me Twig." She would growl from between bites. The wind had begun to pick up, and would bring with it the clouds full of rain. She was not really under any foliage, so as the lightning bugs disappeared so did the dryness of her coat.


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