NARRATIVE POVSparrow watched the young female from twenty feet up in the trees. He was always watching her from a distance.She was stunning. He couldn’t believe his luck. He had been lonely for so long that he didn’t think it was possible for him ever to find a mate, but here she was. Sitting alone, as she often did, by the gentle stream that ran through the ground forest of the Slaughtered Lambs pack territory. She was always alone, like him.He knew her pack cared for her, but he suspected that, with her hybrid DNA, this vision before him was a reflection of rejection, so she preferred the comforts of her own presence. He could understand and relate to that feeling entirely.Her long, black hair shone with a healthy lustre in the sunlight overhead; her fair skin, despite her time in the elements, seemed to resist tanning. He found the contrast adorable. Her pointed ears, he noticed, were usually covered by her black hair, unless she was alone and there was no risk of anyone seeing
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