Out of the fog

Trees hold their breath as dense fog curls around their trunks.

A lone wolf is lost inside it's thickness

She waits in the chilling night as the mist seeps into her fur

The wolf has barely stirred or eaten

Hunger pains battle in her stomach but even they have to wait

The ground below her paws is smooth and packed

For the wolf has sat there for three long days and nights

He left to hunt but has not yet returned

Too long has her mate been lost to the forest

Too long has that though crossed her mind of his possible death

Yet she waits

For her love for him is great

But hope is slowly draining from her

A silhouette emerges like a ghost from the fog

A familiar face she's grown to love appears a few feet away

Her waiting is over

He is home