I was at the training ground already half past 6 the next morning, I didn't want to miss Maria's arrival. I was talking to the wolf in charge of the training, when I heard turmoil on the edge of the clearing. When I looked in that direction, I could see Maria coming. I don't know why, but I thought she would arrive in a carriage. Once again, she was the revelation of female beauty and grace. She walked with confidence and her head held high. She was dressed in loose leggings and an equally loose blouse with a belt around her waist. Her clothes were completely black. Just like her little shoes, reminiscent of shoes a street artist would have worn. Her hair was practically set up in a ponytail. Even at a distance, her beauty could not be denied. The young wolves on the grounds were quickly a
