I'm starting a small series of stories,in other words, 1 part of the story a day. Here's part 1:
Light shifted through the branches, making it seem as if they were dancing. A child of fifteen sat on a branch, her legs dangling over the side of it. Her wolf tail, silver as the snow, swayed side to side behind her on the other side of the branch, and her wolf ears stayed erect and alert.
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everyone needs a little cheering up