It was snowing i always hate snow i get lost from the others of the Pack but they don’t care about it me. Since mother die father become the Alpha and forget about me and the others ignore me cause I’am different iam dark the only one who haves dark fur in the pack its me and the rest of the pack have withe fur and I the only one of them with dark black fur and the worst is my yellow eyes they are shining mom says she like them but I hate I look like a monster.
The snow its getting harder iam tired its just better I lay down here and fade in the snow
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What this wolf is thinking run away from the pack like this I better find him before the other packs
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“hey wake up” someone call me but I didn’t recognize voice
“what the …who are you” I say as I try to get on my feet
“me? my name is Kiba” he say he was white like the snow with beautiful blue eyes that I have never seen before
“and you?”he asked as he help me to get up
“Nero” I answer
“what are you doing here?” he asked me
“I get lost from my pack and you? I asked
“I-I run away” he say was about to reply but a howl stop me
“T-they h-here” he says trembling I could see he was a scared
“Come with me Kiba I know I place for us to go” I reply
"what place? he asked
"The Wolf Land" I say 'this place is were mom is'
I have always been fascinated by wolves ever since I could remember. The way they disguise themselves in the trees, their wonderful yielding fur and the way I get lost in those deep yellow liquid eyes. Their fur calls me, and I just want to stroke my hands through it. I could just let my hands rest in their fur forever. Their eerie howl is like a melody to my ears. To others it may sound like ghosts wailing, but to me it sounds like a sonata. A lonely, sad call sent out into the darkness hoping to fall upon the ears of others who share the night's isolation.
