Bearclaw Valley And you pray with your knees on the ground

AW!

She sat still atop a rise in the land, oceanic gaze trained upon the twilight sky that faded to black and the bright stars that were beginning to sparkle within. A canopy of pale dots swirled and danced along the canvas of blue that stretched much too far into the distance for a wolf such as herself to see, but it mattered little. The moon casted an etheral light upon this girl's delicate features, scars masked by the thick coat of white that hid any sight of imperfection - she seemed mystical, almost supernatural, in these beams of light. She followed the colour until the line where it met the land far in the distance - black shadows rose in the shapes of far away trees, rises and dips shaping the earth in a peculiar way. She was not a naturalist, but indeed the way this nature worked was intruiging and she studied it with quiet enthusiasm.

She found herself longing, perhaps, to be among those glittering stars for they seemed as free as one could be. Of course, when the sun rose and an orange glow enveloped the sky, the stars were swallowed and caged until the moon battled away the day once more. This, however, did not cease her desire to flee from this land that weighed her down, wishing more than anything to be able to halt the pain and sorrows just to dance among the ocean of black and escape the nightmares that plagued her every step.

Please take me away, moon, accept me into your silent embrace so I can twirl with your etheral angels and worry not about the struggles of this bitter life.