~ Rolling Hills ~ a wolf RP

Zorra shrugged, she headed for the prey pile, dropped of the rabbit and ran back to silver. Along the way she thought about her mate, he had died of illness long ago, but he lived on in her memory. He was a massive black wolf, which made the others in her old pack wonder why he'd choose such a small wolf as his mate. She sighed, missing him more then anything.
Zorra sometimes had dreams about him. she dreamt that he came back, he nuzzled her lovingly with a chuckle. His voice was so soft... And So kind. Yet.. He always head to leave her, he would fade away into the night, his pelt melting into the black sky.
A tear rolled down her cheek as the thoughts came and went. She found herself beside silver once again.
 
Zorra sometimes had dreams about him. she dreamt that he came back, he nuzzled her lovingly with a chuckle. His voice was so soft... And So kind. Yet.. He always head to leave her, he would fade away into the night, his pelt melting into the black sky.
A tear rolled down her cheek as the thoughts came and went. She found herself beside silver once again.
Lieren came into the spot again to gather his quail. "What's wrong?" He asked Zorra, licking the tear of her cheek.
 

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