Running through the trees, the white wolf, who’s fur was only marred by a black patch on her right ear, the only visible sign of the ending of the curse that had plagued her ancestors and thus brought the end of the female line of pure white fur wolves.
Coming to a halt, the wolf sniffed around the small opening, breathing in the forest scents, taking a quick look around herself, determining that she was indeed alone before throwing herself on her back and rolling in the deep moss with free abandon, low growls of contentment coming from her chest as the hard ground scratched her fur.
A small snap broke her enjoyment, rolling onto her feet, she took up a defensive stance, her eyes penetrating the thick forest gloom, her snout sniffing for the scent of who was near her.
The empty forest i
