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