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Moonlit Wolves
Misty Night whined, crouching at the edge of a river. Opposite her, on the other bank of the river, stood a white-grey mottled male. Frost, for that was his name, or at least that is what we will call him, howled softly. It was a sweet, low song of regret, of wish, of things that could be, but weren’t. A goodbye.
Misty gazed at Frost, eyes sad. A tiny noise behind her, Misty pricked her ears, alert, realized it was the sound of rustling bracken, swishing grasses, of approaching wolves.
Eyes wide, whites showing. Frost could smell the thick, sickly smell of fear even across the rushing water, across the smells of rabbit, of elk, of spring. Misty, the dark she-wolf, scrambled backward, turned, and ran.
Frost stood tall, proud. Out of the brush came the swarm of snarling wolves, opposite Frost. His eyes hardened, he let out an authoritative call, a deep howl. Do not cross, its tone said.
The wolves could tell Misty was gone. They growled in frustration, glared across the river at Frost, then turned and were gone.
Frost stayed there for a while, and then he too disappeared.
No wolf clings to what they can’t have.
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I love wolves SO much. This was inspired as I played WolfQuest, a beautiful, realistic PC game revolving around the life of a Yellowstone National Park wolf.
When creating a wolf, you can create a bio for them, where you may create a story revolving around your wolf, a list of facts or information about your wolf, or even who their parents were, where they were born, etc.
I decided I wanted to name my wolf Misty Night, and that's how this story came to be. I began writing it, but only two paragraphs are allowed on WolfQuest. I loved the idea so much, I decided to first copy it down on docs, finish it, edit it, and now post it on here. I hope you find it an engaging story. Thank you for reading, and comments are appreciated.
(If you're interested, search WolfQuest. A wonderful game, any nature or wolf lover will enjoy.)