Prologue
218 Words
A cloud of steam billows out around my dewy muzzle with each hot breath. Every hair and whisker along my long muscular body dances to the rhythmic drumming of my paws against the frost crusted ground as I follow close to the dark tree line of white pines. I can hear the echoes of crunching leaves under paw as my fellow Braves race through the sleeping trees nearby. We run as one, our paws hitting the cold, snow dappled ground in time with each other. As we near the clearing marking the end of our territory, we slow. My throat hums and my muzzle opens, letting out a long, sorrowful howl. The deep, cascading howls of the other Braves meet mine, a chorus that reverberates eerily for miles around us. Any other Wolves within a 10 mile radius will hear our call. I listen for her sweet notes to meet with ours, praying to hear its harmony. We reach the clearing, our paws and our cry coming to a halt as we reach the end of our territory. My rounded ears pivot back and forth, waiting, listening, hoping to hear her. Hoping to hear anything… Please...Please...
But the echoes of our song in the distance are only met with the ringing silence of the forest.
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