The woods are so beautiful at night. Your eyes trick you more often than not, and you see something completely different than what you would in daylight. Trees become outlines, made wonderful by moonlight...
The wolves roam tonight, searching for prey. They call out, frightening deer and rabbits, who run and escape to live another quickly-paced day. Some are not so lucky.
Already the wolves approach the village, and my cabin. They have become too bold, too sure of themselves. Villagers fight them off, only for them to return the following night. A never-ending cycle, only I can see it.
And now they approach, only one at first, then more. A howl in the distance, and a reply. And now they come closer. It is only a matter of time before they find me here, in my clearing. They call to me, in a sense. They tell me to come to them, to join them.
No other child would hear the reason in a wolf's cry. Others would flee, if I did not have a family, I would follow. I wonder why no one else can hear it, a human voice echoing their call....
~ Jazilin
