Sun Mote Copse When I dream, I’m doing you all night

the jewel slides languidly from the shadows. a pleasant smile upon their face, a lightness to each step.
young or old, it did not matter. wolves were powerful and jawahir knew that survival hung upon how well they could manage each situation; for themselves, for the others — always taking risks.
ruined? i would not call you that.
svelte. well-aged. would he one day be pale like the moon entire? how curious.