I glanced over at Zion whose fur was a dark shade of brown and so was Father’s the only difference between them is that Father’s two front paws are white, and the very tip of Zion’s tail is white.
My wolf on the other hand does not resemble either Mother or Father’s thick coats of fur. Mother’s wolf is black and the fur on her belly is white. My wolf on the other hand is covered in a light shade of grey fur, my roots are white which almost resembles the ends of my hair. Most wolves would just describe me as white but there is a clear difference between white and grey.
I stepped in a puddle of mud, and I screamed inwardly which caused Father and Zion to laugh at me. I shook my paw, hoping to get the mud off but it was to no avail. I placed my paw down on the ground before I walked up to Father and Zion who were standing on the edge of a very familiar cliff which is known to us locals as ghost man’s Cliff. There lingers a ghost here at night, the ghost of a very angry werewolf, I have a
