As she sat atop the cliffs, over looking all of the woods and all the way to the east she saw the small town of Nome. And all the way to the west she saw more mountains covered in snow from the reacent snow storm. The night was peaceful. Not a sound to be heard. And to break the silence she let a howl escap her lips and peirce the stillness, as she filled the night with the song of the wolves...
Brooke and drawing (c) me
Short story (c) me