She walked, paws barely making a sound, through the trees regarding those that looked at her. Her fur, a deep black, glistened in the moonlight that broke through the canopy above. In one moment, she stood before them and her voice rang out to all those near, "We are one. We begin anew. Starting over from the wickedness of the past. I ask of you, go forth and live in the world; hidden from humans and gods alike. It is up to us to continue our lines of our families. Of our blood. So, leave as one, and live as many. We are the next generation." Pride filled those listening and they rose their noses to the sky and sang. Humans within hearing distance looked up at the stars as an unknown sadness filled their hearts. What had they done???
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Last edited by Patricia Wilson (2011-10-06 11:20:28)
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ummm... ok...
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Wolves, along with other large predators, keep ungulants under control.
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Need I bit more meat to the story before we can really make any judgements or giving any advice on your writing.
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More meat. Yeah!
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