Whitebark Stream rotten apples

The silken beauty did not hesitate to lean over, and press her own earthly body upon his own; a thankful rest. She hoped he wouldn't reject, and let the her come closer, but if he was truly a dream, there would be no reason for her dreamy man to reject Aerasha. He was gray and white, with the hint of black from behind, seemingly the opposite of herself with the more colorful tones, he was a winter wonder. But a shade she did not have, a beautiful green; he was handsome.

"Whoo, are youu?" Which the question came, who was the mystery wolf? Naught but a dream he claims he could be, or the reality she would like him to be. He stayed as she so wished, but she also wished to know more on the fixed fascination the creamy one had upon him.