Wolf
The wolf awaits her fur a frosty
white. Her eyes a brilant blue
shining in the bright moonlight.
The gorgeous wolf awaits.
She crouches in the snow
her eyes flashing reflecting
stars. She creeps toward her prey
then pounces. Her fangs flash in
the light of the moon as she
strikes. The wolf awaits for
her next prey to come.
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