Beautiful

The stars danced beside the moon, it was a lovely warm night. A young lone wolf sat on a rock, gazing at the moon. He felt the wind caress and blow through his thick fur as a few crickets chirped, he could hear the water running in the creek right below him. Hardly any trees or mountains were in sight, he laid down and rested his head on the ground. Suddenly he heard it, the pained howl of another wolf.

He sat up and howled, a few other wolves howled behind him. He stood up and howled again, he could hear more wolves. He began to run through the plains, the moist grass wetting his paws as the crickets cleared out of the way, a few foxes retreated as he continued to run, hope sparking up in his soul. He grinned, hoping to reach them before it was too late.

And when he got there, all he saw was a scattered bunch of bodies. It was hard to believe he was looking upon the wolves that had howled with him, each one dead and on the ground, throat slit, nothing more. Their corpses remained untouched and he was now in denial. He wanted to throw himself into a rock, the feelings of sadness and loss burned his soul like that of a blue flame.

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Hi! I'm PPermelia, as some of you may know me. This will be my last story on the wiki before I pick up pace and write again! Goodbye, farewell, see you and I hope you do well!