Powerful and eager, the wolf took off running through the trees and snow happily as she became a blur of bright caramel fur. Loving the feeling of the wind whistling past her as she bounded through the world, Camille stumbled to a stop suddenly.
Having run far to the west of the castle, Camille jumped over a fallen stump and found herself at a pond. Huffing as she approached it, she was wonderstruck as the beautiful bonsai towered over her. Red leaves falling into it’s dark waters, Camille ran around the pond getting every angle.
Through the red leaves that shined like blood as the quarter moon gleamed at her, Camille was distracted as the fairies came out.
Guardians of the tree and The Pond of Truth, they worried they had an attacker. Until one of the little miniature creatures was
