Stray-Sketches

Chapter 3: Revolutions      A large yellow and white wolf crawled out of her fallen tree home.  Since the great plant’s collapse, it had served as a suitable and comfortable den for old Garou.  The wolf’s long fur blew as the wind whipped at her.  Every gust of wind seemed stronger, colder, as Winter approached.  She had waited long for the snow’s arrival and it did her heart well to see it now.      Garou walked out of the large open hole in the tree’s side and called out for a younger wolf to follow.  The little wolf was a light blue-grey, and she bore white markings almost identical to her mother’s.  Garou&