leopardgirl234

              ~This is like my first story so, don't be too harsh on it ^^~   A white wolf, pure as freshly fallen snow was sprinting through the forest like a lightning bolt. FLASH! Gone. FLASH! Gone again. The she-wolf flicked her ears just as quick to make sure where she was going. She even bounced above the base of the tree, and bounced back off onto the forest floor coated with dead leaves. This wolf's name, white as snow could be, was Eamon. Many thought it was a beautiful name, and that Eamon herself was beautiful. Her silver earrings made small clinks everytime they came into contact with each other. The owl feather on the back of h