Post by skylightdarkness on Jul 4, 2005 19:40:25 GMT -5
Skylight walked onto the middle of the field and layed down. The day was so boring the sky was beautifull dispite all the bordem. She peered up at the clouds and saw the many drawings wolfs that died had made up there. Her parents said the dead want to talk to the living and the do that by drawing in the clouds with can make stories, they also draw with the stars her mom would say when someone passed away. She looked up and barley made out a picture of a wolf howling up at two alphas on a tall rock, after awhile she saw another wolf join the other in howling up to the alphas. Over time she began to notice that it was her that was howling up to her parents (who were killed) but the wolf that joined her look so unfamilar.She stopped daydreaming because of a startling howl that rose her to her feet. She peered around but no one was there. If she actually knew a wolf in these new lands she wouldnt be so bored. she layed down again and begain to think about her home land. She scrambled to her feet once more then sat back down. She looked at the sky again and a new picture was there it was a portrait of her parents. At the site of this tears began to stream down her eyes.
