the ghost by the lake

Blindside · January 23, 2019, 11:48 AM

When his body wasn't taken captive, he wheeled high in the sky, eyes again locating the winter-spirit. He swooped lower, but not close to being of a hindrance. He silently followed her path to the woods, often banking away to investigate a sound or what he thought was a moving shape in the snow. But he returned to fly overhead her time and time again.
And when at last she reached the woods, he tilted off and away towards the mountains again, now with the knowledge that there was a young, white wolf in a dark, dark woodland that was guarded by murderers and thieves.
They were not the kind of ilk he associated with; not now nor ever.