She must be out tonight, walking on the snowy ground, cold as her heart...
The crimson wolf, fleeting in his memory from the one night...
Under the Blood Moon of autumn...
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"Wolfgang? Are you in there?"
His mother climbed the ladder to his high loft, where he laid in the moonlight. To ease her suspicions, Wolf pretended to sleep, so as she might return to her own bedroom quickly. If the crimson shadow appeared tonight, he wanted to be ready.
"Good, sleeping. I worry for you, always staring up into the moonlight. Good night, my boy."
She left his bedside. Finally.
Wolfgang sat up on the straw laden panels, peering out the high window on his wall. A clear view of the Frost Moon, beautiful and enchanting, like snow. He wondered if she'd be out, her beautiful fur adorning that pale winter shade... Ah, such lovely fur. He imagined stroking it, the sweetest sensations darting through his fingers...
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