There he stood. His eyes so blue. His paws digging into the ground. His heart beats; as if thunder raced with him. His soul still searches. Yet is past is so broken. How can a wolf like him still find the strength to move on?
There he stood. His eyes so blue. His paws digging into the ground. His heart beats; as if thunder raced with him. His soul still searches. Yet is past is so broken. How can a wolf like him still find the strength to move on?
There he stood. His eyes so blue. His paws digging into the ground. His heart beats; as if thunder raced with him. His soul still searches. Yet is past is so broken. How can a wolf like him still find the strength to move on?
I took the one with wings I thought you took I middle one. The last one is open for anyone
There he stood. His eyes so blue. His paws digging into the ground. His heart beats; as if thunder raced with him. His soul still searches. Yet is past is so broken. How can a wolf like him still find the strength to move on?