Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Oct 31, 2008 5:18:41 GMT -5
The mare only passes through. She isn't looking for aconversation or a friend. Not now, anyway. She is on a quest to get wolf transformation. Now, what was she looking for? Oh, a flower iced over. That must be pretty. Her flints leave prints in the snow behind her, but she doesn't care, for she sees her goal ahead of her. In a little clearing, with sunlightflowing down upon it, is the just slightly iced over flower. The mare trots forward and puases as she reaches it. She picks it up in between her teeth, praying that her warm breath won't thaw it out. Carefully, the mare heads away with her prize.
