Post by kittakiri on Jun 30, 2005 6:27:43 GMT -5
Kittakiri saw stars as the sunlight reflected off of the snow. The forest was quiet, and wherever she went, her pads were the first to touch the virgin snow. The fae had been wandering, and hoped that this land would accept her plea... Her haunches fell to the ground as she inclined her delicate crania to the sky. Her howl rang through the stillness of the forest, and she could hear it echo, almost as if there were several more wolves in the glade. As she rose, coming out of the howl like she was coming out of a spell, she shook the powdery snowflakes from her coat. She padded over to a clear spot, and laid down in it, hardly noticing the mud that stained her ivory coat a deep brown. She lay there, hoping, and then... she slept.
