Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
The wolf, as it turned out, had no fear.
Certainly it was braver than the two girls who knelt beside its makeshift den, for it marched out and made straight for Sol, curling itself up in the cavern made by her arms where she knelt in the mud. It was all Noe could do to stare, stunned and intrigued and maybe a little bit jealous, as Sol gathered up the little wolf pup in her arms. Not that she was upset - no, she was thrilled for Sol! - but there was, perhaps, a little part of her that ached to find that even her best friend could bond where she herself was still left companionless.
She swallowed down the envy, focusing instead on happier, more supportive emotions, and looked between Sol and her wolf, perhaps a little bemused. "What does it feel like?" she asked, wonder shining in her dark eyes.
Certainly it was braver than the two girls who knelt beside its makeshift den, for it marched out and made straight for Sol, curling itself up in the cavern made by her arms where she knelt in the mud. It was all Noe could do to stare, stunned and intrigued and maybe a little bit jealous, as Sol gathered up the little wolf pup in her arms. Not that she was upset - no, she was thrilled for Sol! - but there was, perhaps, a little part of her that ached to find that even her best friend could bond where she herself was still left companionless.
She swallowed down the envy, focusing instead on happier, more supportive emotions, and looked between Sol and her wolf, perhaps a little bemused. "What does it feel like?" she asked, wonder shining in her dark eyes.
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
