Hey, I don't own Wolf's Rain (the government just doent take bribes now-a-days!)
. . . (StOrY StArT) . . .
She was curled into a ball as silent snowflakes fell gently upon her sandy coat. Her glassy blue eyes were glazing over, beginning to fall
into a gentle eternal slumber, and as they closed she looked upon a white paw in her fading line of vision.
… (LaTeR) …
The crackle of a fire was inviting enough, but as the warmth thawed out her frozen blood she knew she was either in Paradise or eternal
gratefulness to whoever was a savior to a dying comrade.
"So I see your up." The deep rumbled of a voice made her convinced that she had reached Paradise. She lifted her head to see the
muzzle of a white wolf, staring at her with calm, attentive eyes of gold.
"I really am in Paradise, aren't I? They send you angels in Paradise?" I asked with my eyes gazing upon my angel. He colored in his
checks a bit. I smiled with a soft quirk of my lips.
"No, we're not in Paradise yet." He said, looking away. I twitched my nose and gazed into the flames, almost as if I looked hard
enough I could see myself. I lifted myself up and plodded over to him. I looked up at his amber eyes with my glassy blue ones, and I
felt compelled to bow. I saw him trying to assess my next action and I could have chuckled, I didn't even know what I was going to
do. I just went with instinct. I nuzzled under his chin and against his neck, muttering soft thanks to him and silent thanks to whatever
brought him to me.