Hushed Willows The eyes of a true wolf

She stared into the distance, Flora did, wondering if she would be accepted as true family in this pack. What really did define a wolf? Was it the way their head was set upon their shoulders?  Was a wolf defined by How tall or thick their ears were? Was it the way a coat looked that defined a wolf? Was it their blood? No.A wolf was defined by its eyes. The passion in its eyes, the will to live. The beat of a heart defined a wolf, and the love for a pack. One who was kind and caring, but also just and righteous when it came to serious matters. It was the fierceness of the love a wolf had to defend its pack. That defined a wolf, not their head, tail, ears, paws, coat; It was their passion. She dwelled on these thoughts a moment before raising her slim body, clearing her mind, and dipping her tongue into a puddle, lapping at the water. She smiled and listened to the wind whisk the leaves on the ground before making her way across the land, strolling along with content to the nearest smells of prey.