this is what it sounds like, when wolves howl - daemron

[may]

Her feathered feet fly over the streams of lava that crisscross the land. Ever fearless, she laughs and laughs in the humid air that steals and smokes around her. She has made this almost hellish but lush tropical place her playground. From the base of the volcano to the black-sand shores before the ever-changing sea, May flourished like a wild weed that refused to be pulled or pushed down.

She might have grown up a little wild, considering she wasn’t all that grown up in the first place. One thing she never had cause to doubt was her family’s love. Every touch, every look, every word was steeped in the emotion like a finely brewed tea, deep and satisfying. It’s that love that keeps her coming back; wild heart, wild feet and all. That love even makes her seek out her beloved father.

The laughter dies and her pace grows more reserved as she nears him. “Papa, how is Red?” She knows that something terrible has befallen the she-wolf and that her brother has gone to find a healer. Tenderly, her small nose finds itself flush with his shoulder. A small rub, affectionate and unobtrusive as much as the sabino girl can be. Her amber eyes find the wolf and she quietly asks, “Will… will she make it?”

may

those are the voices of
my brothers, darling;    
I love the company of wolves        

@[Lydia] short but sweet! ❤️