GIFTED WOLF BY 𝑄'Ꮚ𝘺𝘳𝘥𝘸𝘶𝘭𝘧

We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back.

(Song lyric by: "Can't Cheat Death" by the ballroom thieves)

All the things i could do, If i had a little money! It's a rich man's world!

(Song Lyric by: "Money, Money, Money" by ABBA)
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"You are far too little and noticeable to be in the snow, you know this." You ever had ya mum say that to you? It's horrible sometimes. I thought i was hidden enough.

Born in the hot desert, where the half-presented moon had never showed itself, where the autumn leaves blew in from the east where the forests presented themselves in the distance, practically laughing at the sullen and baren deserts where the cacti taunted the wildlife and housed the owls that made their nests. Osheen, named after a wolf her mother couldn't remember, housed the name as it's second bare-r. Her father wasn't present, dying off at a young age due to a bear, her mother raised her as such. Her pelt, besides her eyes made it perfect to sit in the sand, waiting til the prey happened to make it's chance to run by and get caught.

Aged to perfection, for her secondary heat around the corner, her mother, so kind and caring of her condition, watched her leave for the last time, tail tucked behind her legs as she was passed off to a pack, where the snow was so much more visible where she couldn't hide, Like a contradiction of what her mother always said not to do. She has to be.. better here, right?