Post by kiyo on Jun 9, 2007 22:19:41 GMT
Snow drifted gently down to earth in a dancing, forever pattern of white-on-gray. Niloufer giggled girlishly; reminded of goose feathers. Her favorite meal, the most fun to pluck. She was picky like that, always picking the feathers from her kills. Birds were a good source of food for the orange fem, for she was nimble and fast in the sky. Deep blue lamps were half-lidded and drifting across the landscape. Her sleepy half-smile showed off pearly white fangs.
The young wolf's wings were folded back across her spine to be a lighter and more easily toted burden on the ground. She howled once: a musical, lingering note. Someone would come, surely!
The young wolf's wings were folded back across her spine to be a lighter and more easily toted burden on the ground. She howled once: a musical, lingering note. Someone would come, surely!
