by Hemming » Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:49 am
-The lupa's lively luminaries darted around the scenery, carefully surveying the winter blanket. A sudden gale whispered through her pelt, ruffling the coarse hairs that connect to her rough hide, sending a chill crawling up her spine as her scent drifts off.-
May wolf ever walk beside you
and grant you rest in his shadow
May his paws ever guide your path
And your howls heard by all