Moonlight flitted down through the evergreen trees, and in the beams of light, the moths danced. They would not last much longer, with the threat of frost hinted in the drop in temperatures. Still, in the cusp of time between summer and autumn, midnight was still comfortable without a thick coat, enticing wildlife into action.
Unlike those who moved with stealth and care, the small, dark wolf ran in frenzied circles, leaping into the brilliant flashes of moonlight, snapping her jaws together at the moths. Her panting breath had a high-pitched, pleading whine to it, and while she sounded as though she was out of breath, she did not give up.
Again and again she leapt into the air, painting only now and again to ruefully spit out the powdery moth she’d caught. But as soon as her mouth was clear again, she’d go back at it once more- leaping, snapping, and dancing in the moonlight.
Unlike those who moved with stealth and care, the small, dark wolf ran in frenzied circles, leaping into the brilliant flashes of moonlight, snapping her jaws together at the moths. Her panting breath had a high-pitched, pleading whine to it, and while she sounded as though she was out of breath, she did not give up.
Again and again she leapt into the air, painting only now and again to ruefully spit out the powdery moth she’d caught. But as soon as her mouth was clear again, she’d go back at it once more- leaping, snapping, and dancing in the moonlight.
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