( MARCEL )
The whole meadow glowed, red, with flowers for the soul. The eyes of Camilla, the she-wolf, shone at the sight before her. Of course she cannot utter a word, but I hope that this image will be etched in her memory for a long time. It is nothing compared to what I see when I look at her. A dark brown thick coat draped in a strong wind, two amber eyes and soft claws. My thoughts turned in an unexpected direction, making sadness bloom in my chest. The woman standing next to me knows almost everything about me. Only two small details are missing so that I stand before her with my soul completely bared. Why are you such a coward, Marcel?
"Camilla, there is one thing I must tell you." The words left my jaws and my attention turned to the wolf standing next to me.
Two amber eyes fi
