WOLF MARK
Now I'll say hello to you.
My howl went up and up and out. And my flock picked it up.
I felt called, it was difficult not to follow this call. We rushed towards a common goal, like a gray river, smoothly flowed around the trees and glided almost inaudibly through the forest. Faster, further.
Fire. Heat. A familiar scent. Older than my spirit, higher, almost to the moon, the Tree towered ahead. There is a fire in front of him. And this idiot. Sparks rose into the sky, flying away to the spirits, conveying our reverence to them.
Bab Populer