Night of the Wolf
The full moon glowed eerily above the rolling plains.
The silent eternal witness to the creature
trotting across the blue white fields.
The creature paused,
tillting it's head,
picking sounds out of the silent night.
It lifts it's nose skyward and sniffs gently,
disecting the scents the way a scientist
disects a specimen.
Blue eyes flare briefly in satisfaction.
There.
The scent it has been following for so long.
The creature shakes it's thick white
fur and starts out at a trot again.
Patience, it thought.
My time will come.
The silent eternal witness to the creature
trotting across the blue white fields.
The creature paused,
tillting it's head,
picking sounds out of the silent night.
It lifts it's nose skyward and sniffs gently,
disecting the scents the way a scientist
disects a specimen.
Blue eyes flare briefly in satisfaction.
There.
The scent it has been following for so long.
The creature shakes it's thick white
fur and starts out at a trot again.
Patience, it thought.
My time will come.
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