Creek

Sky wondered why she loved one of the creeks she found so much. She slept ate and just sat there. She never knew why though. She was born by a creek or a river but she never knew where. She needed someone to tell her. She was restless though and needed an adventure. But who would take her? Surely some wolf would come and help her out. Even if death was in her path she needed to go out.

Sky sat by the river waiting each day for someone to come. She waited for the right wolf to come.