The She Wolf, exausted and beaten from a brutal hunt, returnes to her den empty handed. In dispair she throws back her head and crys to the moon for guidence...
Yet, the only reply she recieves is the sound of her own sorrowful call echoing back to her, filling her mind with dread and howling lonelyness.
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MrsFluffehs
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