The young girl walked through the cold streets, it was midnight, or atleast, almost midnight. She shivered in the chilly night air, with every step she took, she could feel herself stiffening from cold. She was wearing nothing but rags. She though for sure she wouldn't make it home, she would die out here. After another five minutes of walking, she came to a dark alleyway. She walked down it fearlessly. When she had walked so far in she couldn't see, she reached into the small paper bag she was carrying. She pulled out a small flashlight, and flicked the switch. A beam of weaking light penetrated the darkness.
She shone the light to the back of the alley, there was a small tent made of old dirt cloth. She walked up to it, and sat down. She put down the bag and took out a few sticks from the tent. She put them in a pile out side the tent. She took out a small silver thing from her bag. She pressed a button on it. Click, the lighter turned on, and a small fire came out of the top. She put it down to the sticks, and they ignited. Emiting a comforting orange glow, and warming her up.
Her hair was long and brown, it was tangled and dirty, her brown cloth tent blew un-easily in the wind. She put her hands up to the fire, they were pale, as white as paper. All her skin was.
Then, sudenly, A long echoing howl filled the night sky with such dread and terror. Louder cries followed after igniting the darkness all around with such sound. She looked up at the sky, a full moon shone in the darkness. She closed her eyes, tight, and a small tear rolled down her cheek. "No," she though to herself "Why me?"
She heard a growling from the shadows in front of her, she opened her eyes. Two bright red eyes stared at her, peircing in the cold night, in the black of the shadows. She stood up, and walked over, into the shadows. Now two eyes shone. The girls lovely bright green ones, and the wolf's peircing red ones. THe girl closed her eyes. And wolf walked away, back to his den.
She was never seen again. The End.