Call of the She-Wolfe

My wanderings each night took me farther and father out of the city, until I was in the country-side again, half-blind to my surroundings, seemingly unconscious of the direction I was taking until my feet found themselves on a suddenly familiar path. Remembered smells of vegetation, the lushness of grass and the growing things filling my nose with thoughts of that fateful night and I threw back my head and screamed my defiance and frustration into the blackened night.

Then, as if it were some kind of dream, long forgotten and half-remembered, an answering echo cried out to me. Ripping my clothing from my body, I answered The Call of The She-Wolfe, and ran with wild abandon.

Forever Hers.