The days grow long and the nights grow short as Spring carries on. The land rolls on farther than the eye can see. It is filled with secrets that are begging to be revealed, whispers of stories untold. The breeze blows gently across the territory, caressing all of Earth as a mother would caress her very child. The sun’s rays warm the ground to the perfect temperature, dancing upon the green landscape as if doing intricate choreography. Early morning dew still clings to the long, strands of green, the slow green turning leaves, and the tips of an animal’s hide. Aspens, oaks, and many more types of vegetation live in this realm. They are not the only life that resides here though.
A long melody rings out and the gale carries it to every ear. Soon the land’s wildlife pause in their actions and listen intently. The plentiful game pause in their lunch and raise their craniums to the sky, obvious apprehension in their brown irises. The tree dwellers peer out from behind the shining leaves, scanning the trunks for the keeper of the melody. The ones of the sky quickly change course and latch onto the branches and sturdy limbs of trees, ready to hear what needs to be heard. All of earth is still and silent, waiting patiently with different emotions for the call of the wild, the cry of freedom.
The lyrics fly through the air yet again as a dark silhouette appears from over a hill. The outline forms a wolf, the leader of these free lands, the strongest of any and the wisest of all. The flowing song was from the land dweller’s very own kissers. His words were pure strength matching his very stance. Another figure appeared next to him as his song cut off slowly. The small frame turned to face any newcomers and a flash of canines were to be seen. Not a snarl or growl. This was a place of rescue and solace. The lady’s gesture was merely a warm smile. They were welcoming all to this land, the one of freewill and independence. His call was one of freedom.
Answer if you wish.
Season: Late Spring
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