Ninetails

A young wolf walked slowly along through the forest with her head held high and her eyes looking ahead. Seemingly aware. Her light green eyes were unfocused and unaware, but thankfuly her other senses were picking up the slack and alerting her to anything else around her. This wolf was completely grey in color except for her black paws face and tail.

She shook her head slightly and brought her eyes back into use. Then she picked up the pace a little and began to jog, being careful of her footing. All the while her black tail hung limp and lifeless and her ears pinned themselves to her head. As she jogged faster and eventually ran a small smile crept apon her face, she loved to run. Up ahead the sun was just about to fall below the tree line and was casting long eary shadows across the forest floor and the air slowly lost the burning heat of the day.