{Crisp Autumn Sky} The wind crackled through the leaves in the trees, a soft breeze ruffling the pelts of a fearless wolfpack. A pure white wolf with amber eyes krept through the trees. Her gaze was as orange as the Autumn leaves, dazling and could put somone in a lost trance. She sniffed along the fallen leaves, and her ears swivled forward as she heard another leaf fall. She lifted her head, shaking out her pelt and smiling. She softly sang a song, her favorite.
Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night, The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale And men looked up with faces pale; The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail.
Chaser's ears flickered as he heard a song. He looked in the forest his head went down below his shoulders. His eyes pierced the trees searching for the shape of a wolf or any kind of animal.