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Her eyes were like melted gold. Her fur was like the leaves on the forest floor. Olive, grey, and maroon. He lowered his rifle. Her babies were like rock behind her. He sighed. Was he becoming soft? The wolf sniffed the change in the air and her pups started to move again. “Don’t ever come back onto my property again, your hear?” He said to the mother. She bowed her head. She never set foot on his land again but he sometimes saw her golden eyes just beyond the fence.
About the Creator
Meela Ward
A crazy dragon nerd, and a huge fantasy geek with quite the imagination. She has a big passion for writing and animating.



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