by WolfLeader » Tue Jan 17, 2012 2:17 pm
Goldenheart got up to her paws and slipped past the dens to a small path. The rain fell in a rythem and her paws left tracks in the mud. She stopped when she reached a small clearing. She sat down and rasied her muzzle up and a beautiful howl escaped her throat. Her howl full of lonlyness and grief.
I am the howl at night
I put fear in your soul
I travel at dead of night and at the graceful day
I lead like a legend.
Because I am.
I AM WOLFLEADER..