Paws pattered down the filthy ally. Grime coated every surface available giving off a dark vibe. The grey, matted wolf kept his head low as he padded along the ally.
Every several feet overflowing and over turned garbage cans littered the allyway. Gold watery eyes warily flickered around.
The wolf stopped at a newly thrown meal. After a thourogh sniff he dug into the foul food.
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Night fell and the wolf layed in the grass near the edge of the city. Above the stars shone brightly giving hope to those broken spirits below. Looking up the wolf gave a soft howl, a praise to the moon.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Young Rogue
Ficção GeralLittle snippets of a rogue's life as he finds his way through life and back in tune to the wild.
