Posted on June 25, 2008 at 11:08am
The night was still and the Moon was full.
The forest looked dark and wild.
The Wolves were gathering near the Moon Stone.
I strayed closer. So close, I could hear them breathe.
A young male was standing on the Stone.
Looking at the impossibly bright Moon.
Time seemed to stand still as I watched.
The pack were beginning to leave.
He soon stood alone.
He looked 'round, catching my scent on the wind,
Staring me straight in the eye.
He had the… Continue