Darkspinesupersonic8

A lone wolf stands on a cliff, peering blankly out onto the land. The delightful scent of Summer was fading away, as was the wolf's courage to move on. The wind blew, the grass beneath his paws swayed. It had only been yesterday, or so it felt, that he had spoken to her... "You're back!" He had woofed happily as his mate, Raia, had returned from hunting. "Mmhm!" She had replied, with a warm smile on her face. She was always so full of energy.. so full of life. The flowersnear by bristled in the breeze. The climate grew colder by the day, as did she. The end of Summer was the start of a nightmare... The gold fading away into sorrowful, pale,