Kintla Flatlands by the shadow of the night

Blue had been to intent upon getting to the flowers, to realize that there was another wolf there. A younger male, she noticed him the second time she opened her eyes though, but before she could say a word a small voice reached her ears, Junior had tracked her successfully. It made her smile to herself gently.

Blue Willow believed in little miracles, and things such as the flowers opening to the sun, and closing to the moonlight were one of those miracles. So were steady friendships and family. She loved her little family, here at the Plateau.

She turned first to the yearling that lay with his eyes closed, in ecstasy, blissfully unaware of the world around him, at the moment. Thank god for little things, was all she thought. She spoke quietly I am sorry I was too excited and didn’t see you laying there. Then she turned green eyed gaze towards the small child-like voice. Hello Junior, I am enjoying the Jasmines, come look they close their faces at night, just like you and I close our eyes.