Lonliness Is Sickening To The Heart

Misha sat on the dark black obsidian sand spanning across the beach. It was a truly beautiful sight, especially in the blazing sunset that set the beach to seem as if it was on fire. And the fae's red brown on her pelt casting a firey blaze against the scene as well. She was a sight for sore eyes, and her name was Misha. Nothing special about her, nothing extraordinary to watch. And her trust issues had always made it hard for Misha to socialize with other wolves. Especially males. The fae had been lonely. Lonely since her father ever passed on as a yearling. She never had the influence of a mother, for she had died early in the female's life as well. All this wolf really needed was love, and to feel accepted into the world and not feel like a mistake.