Shadows of the Blue Moon

[Fawn]

The dark of the night was something almost tangible, pierced only by the moon's vibrant light. The trees stood as towering shades of grey, reaching for the deep blue sky that was so evenly peppered with the pin points of light that we call stars. Among the trees lay inky black pools of shadows.

Beneath this stillness of the night shapes moved, shifting from shadow to the next on silent paws, slipping by as nothing more than a sudden flash of white.

Under the full moon these wolves run, the ever present Shadows of the Blue Moon.




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