A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.
It was midnight, and a monstrous mass of storm clouds had eaten the waning moon and the flickering stars so that a deep and uneasy darkness stretched over the earth. Distant rumbles shook the sky. The only light that kissed the land was found in the faint, quick flickering of violet heat lighting; it danced in the atmosphere and flitted over the swelled river like flashes from an old camera, occasionally etching out the lurking shape of a night-black wolf. He blended perfectly into the world of shadows around him. In that unearthly dark, with electricity in his fur and the running water to mask the sound of his pawsteps, the young male might have been a phantom stalking the grounds where he had died . . .
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