Here is an excerpt from today’s story:
Walking into the sunlight and the snow, Sar following where the wolf lead, leaving wolf tracks behind them for Neiva to follow as they picked their way deeper and deeper into the depths of the winter forest. The watchful yellow eyes of the wolf, keen to keep Sar close, kept flicking back to make sure she was there. Of course, the wolf didn’t need to look. He heard every noise that hung in the air. The almost imperceptibly silent sound of snowfall, of bird perched on the branches of the dark trees above, the swish of the wind breezing through the pines, and the breath of his dear Sar walking behind, her feet crunching through the drifts of whiteness.
Now you might be wondering what this girl is doing in the woods alone with a wolf. Well, if I weren’t telling this story, I’d be wondering that too. But the answer is, they’d always been like this, wolf and girl, companions and friends, from the earliest the girl could remember. For Sar was the wolf and the wolf was Sar. Oh, and also…
An original Fairytale by April Eight. c2017 – This is a backstory for a novel I’ve been writing for a few years. I am so excited to share this tale with you, my dear listeners.