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The full moon was sparkling high in the sky,
making all the snow on the ground and trees shimmer.

And there was the wolf.
In the middle of the woods
he sat
alone
and his piercing howl danced,
spiraled between the branches
up to the sky
across the forest.

And he caught a scent.
The scent of...
fear?
loneliness?
sorrow?
It was so much like his soul...
he followed it.

And the wolf ran
his powerful muscles
like small animals
working under his white fur.
Darting desperately between the trees
running panting running.
The scent in his muzzle so near...
He stopped.

And there was the wolf.

Standing before me.
I recognized myself in his yellow eyes.
His fierce gaze was numb
just like my blank stare.

He slowly walked towards me
he sat beside me
and we both howled at the moon.
The snow all white and dazzling around us.
And our cry danced,
spiraled between the branches
up to the sky
across the forest.