"Cry to the moon. As the blood moon rises, sing the song of the dead." Light words were spoken as she laid lazily under a massive tree. The roots had uprooted themselves, and the tree had been slightly hollowed. Her pale golden, green and black flecked, eyes staring out into the darkness. Her grey and sandy colored pelt was light but still blended with the scenery. Obviously, she was hanging out by herself, she never way very social. But if you did become her friend, she was as loyal as a dog. She was no doubt a wonderful friend, but she would never call herself beautiful. Because she was always playing hard. Getting dirty and loving every moment of it. Her paws and lower half of her leg had an odd dark brown tint to then, but the very paw itself was white. That happened on her front paws, her hinds were that dark brown color. As well as her back, upon it ran a dark brown to black streak. Like a dorsal stripe, because of her odd coloration. The gray, white and black hairs underneath growing to be seen, and her sandy hairs on top. It was a beautiful color, but not many wolves had it. Thus, her name had been Sundown. For her litter was born at sundown. The female wasn't young about 4 years old, although she was slightly smaller than most, she was quicker than most. She had bundles of energy and was rather funny. She never got much attention when she was in the early years, she did from her brothers and sisters, but the pack males never really looked upon her. So she was rather shy, but once you really know her she gets loud. Her right auds flopped a little, giving her an adorable look. Sundown soon grew bored of laying by herself, soon she crawled from the tree, and moved to her left. Towards a terra, obviously her mind of other things. Her dark brown muzzle lowering as she halted and sniffed, then it arose. She sniffed some more, she was in anothers lands. She looked back her right auds flopping about. Sundown swallowed hard as she looked before her. Sundown looked forth, or was she in anothers terra? Her mug went up again as she continued The scent had faded, perhaps this was open lands. Her eyes lit up, it could be a chance of a life time. She smiled goofily as she pawed in a funny pup way into the middle of the small open meadow. The tree surrounded were thick and dense but it was green and lush. The small stream let out into a brooke.
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