He turned to look at the tree line, slowly illuminated by the first rays of the sun, scanning for the figures both she, and he knew were coming. By the time he turned back toward his mate, she’d had already turned her back to him, a testament to the trust she had placed in him as her mate.
One by one the once dark woods were littered by a plethora of different colored coats, from all the shades of brown, black, and gray as wolves of all shapes and sizes appeared, materializing as if from thin air with glowing eyes filled with caution and suspicion.
Varying shades of yellow to amber irises looked on at the two wolves standing side by side in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by pure white powder and crowned by the golden rays of the morning.
Many looks of curiosity, hostility, awe
