The snow slowly fell as the white wolf wistfully stared into the night sky. As if looking into a past long forgotten. The snow melting as it touched her fur leaving droplets of water along her side and face. The moon shown reflecting light off the deep blue of her eyes along with refracting off the droplets. Below her the snow had turned red with her blood. She thought of her life, her family, and of this war. She laid her head down causing some of the water droplets to run down her snout. The light slowly faded from her eyes as the cold set in and she succumbed to sleep for the last time. Her body grew cold and the snow no longer melted. The snow slowly covered the form of the dying wolf as she drew her last breath. A warrior to be forgotten to time like so many before her.
May 17, 2015