Company of the Stalking Wolf

The Wolf watches. He is vigilant in His guard; an ever-present shadow even in the darkest of nights. His mere presence causes the air to tremble. The stars themselves are cautious of His ire, and even the moon dares not answer when He calls. Yet in her wake and through her slumber she knows no fear. For every moment He draws breath she is protected well and true, in the Company of the Stalking Wolf. -

(c) 2012 ~ sierra sugar

Stalking Wolf

The scent of cedar permeates the air as the mist meanders over chilled earth, lazily winding its way between the trees. A shadow moves and the mist swirls. Moonlight breaks through the clouds, filtering through the branches and glistens off the inky fur of the wolf. He stalks, but a mere silhouette against the distorted shadows of the forest, weaving his way along an unseen path, driven by determination. His only desire to find her.

Somewhere in the night she waits, her scent mingling with the pungent cedar and the clinging dampness. Her breathe, her very heartbeat a beacon calling to him. Guiding him home to her arms. 

(c) 2012 ~ sierra sugar