The water spills and splashes beneath the feet of the running wolves, crossing the river to the border. The full moon rises in the sky, shining like a white pearl. It lightens the black woods where two rogues are running for their life. The paddy feet are silent and alert in the direction they are heading, but the pack behind them is closer than they thought. The woods scream silently, and the dark souls are wide awake. The naïve animals are hiding under the layers of earth, laying silently.
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