One sunny afternoon, Mariam found herself strolling through a meadow near the pack's territory. The gentle breeze rustled the tall grass, creating a soothing melody. Lost in her thoughts, she sighed and whispered to herself, "Why must my heart yearn for something I can never have?"
Unbeknownst to Mariam, Emily, a perceptive she-wolf from the pack, had been observing her. Emily approached with a sympathetic smile, sensing the turmoil that Mariam concealed. "Mariam," she called softly, "may I join you for a moment?"
Mariam turned, surprised by Emily's presence. "Of course, Emily," she replied, a mix of curiosity and apprehension in her voice. They settled beneath the shade of an old oak tree, the sunlight dappling their fur.
Emily took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "Mariam,
