Arctic Monkeys- 505
"It's you," the old woman is blind now. Her once beautiful emerald green eyes have faded into a pale jade glazed with the heaviness of her long-lived life. Yet, her senses are as sharp as ever. I smiled reaching for her as she got to me and began to explore my features with the tips of her fingers.
"It's you," I whispered knowing that her sense of hearing is stronger than most. She smells exactly like I remember. Her gentle touch hasn't changed at all.
"Oh, you've become a beautiful young lady," she mused. She gripped my hand and pulled me with her into the packhouse.
Wolves are very savage beings. I remember that from when I was little. Images of them turning and fighting one another for the thrill of it are flooding my head. I laughed at the way
