Running in the wind, fur ruffling around his ears. His pack waits for him and he can’t wait to greet them. His pack, no one else he fought for his them and now they were his as well as the fine hunting lands. Pride radiated from him like rays from the sun, warming whom ever should happen by him. His nose stings with a familiar cent he was home. 1
Tail held high waging like that of his puny family member, the dog, when they see their food givers. he of cores didn’t need such a thing all he need was a good hunting land, and his pack. 2
suddenly his mind returns to the here and now, as the sounds of howls reach his ears. They greet him and his successes, no one challenges him. They all thought he was the best for the job. So they all howl together as the moon meets the sky and the land turns to the beautiful world of silver that shimmers and ripples on their thick coats.
Author notes
This is my first story, so please don't be too hard
~thanks
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I like it, keep writing. If this was your first story, its really good. If its not well... its still good.
Becky
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