The CallingUp again at 3am. I swear that I could hear them scuffling by. I strain my eye. Now I hear the wolfen cry. Time to go. I rise and... lo! Summer mist has turned to snow. Look again. It's 4am. I slumber sweetly in wolven's den.Post not marked as liked
Up again at 3am. I swear that I could hear them scuffling by. I strain my eye. Now I hear the wolfen cry. Time to go. I rise and... lo! Summer mist has turned to snow. Look again. It's 4am. I slumber sweetly in wolven's den.