The white wolf stared up at the full moon, big and bright it was. She longed for it and let out a low howl to show her affection. On the cliff she sits howling wisps, growling hiss. From the shadows the wolf of black watches, and ever so curious is he. a twig snaps and whites ears prick up, she turns. Black emerges from the shadows, slow and steady.
White stares cautious, but ready. The two wolves exchange glances, knowingly so. "Leave." White growls, brows frowned. "Oh and why must I do that?" Black asks. "I've only just got here." He says. Whites stare darkens, the hairs of her back and tail stand on end.
She growls low, deep, and mean. Ready to attack, she nearly pounces on him when he suddenly circles her. He holds a smug grimace of pleasure in his features. "Dear sweet Ellie, have you forgotten who raised you?" Black asks.
Why do you ask?"
She demands an answer.
"I will tell everyone about your little secret, and who your daddy is. They will turn on you