Haunted Wood are you feeling fearful sister?

Amalia opened jade eyes to meet the gaze of the wolf who spoke. Draped in black, but looked as if he walked in snow. Lanky limbs. Youthful face framed seawater eyes.

She shifted and turned, gentle tendrils of willow branches brushed her. She wagged her tail and offered a kind smile.


Hello. I'm Amalia. She didn't offer her surname. It seemed almost to on the nose. I thought I was alone as well.

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