real fable

                he looked with one good eye ( as the other was scarred ) and that eye did not deceive him. if not for familiar scent of the girl already she appeared familiar. he recalled the dark snowy paths as single flakes of snow fell silently from the darkened, cursed sky; before him the wolf could see the tall white horse accompanied by the gorgeously delicious brunette. what was her name? he couldn’t recall if he had ever heard it. he had no reason to inquire her name at all.      ❛ are you lost, little girl? ❜ // @ofbookworms