The Mystic Wolf Woman of Wolf Peak Territory ... Zorzun Is In Her Pack
Rain-stormy howls and yowls, shapeshifter lovers.
The temps are so cool on the tame prairie right now, during the rain and rainstoms, that I have wrapped a light blanket around myself as I pen this post. How exciting, right? Well, it is since I survived the horrible high humidity just a week or so ago. It seems like the autumn temps arrive earlier each year. August has typically been heat, hot, dry brown grass...no more! Not for the last four years, or so.
So, a cute toadikans, a young one, came to visit again by hopping on the window sill. I always enjoy telling toads how cute they are...and they often listen, not moving, looking at me with those big black eyes. Since I didn't want toadikans to get into the house, which I explained, I gently tried trapping adorable toad. That happened, except as I uncovered toad he/she made a sharp u-turn hop into the house... well, being inside is dangerous for a toad. For one thing I might accidentally step on him/her, not seeing the little critter. Thus, I made another attempt determined to release toad to the wilds outside. Fortunately, I caught toadikans again managing to place him/her out the window far enough so hopping back in couldn't happen.
Okay, I keep coming up with authorly plans...and as usual, life events keep intervening... ~sighs~
HOWEVER, I did manage another two hundred words of my ongoing flash-scene story. The previous flash scenes can be accessed above. Just click the tab for the page.
Summer of Her Golden Wolf
Too weak, Kassy didn't try to get comfortable. From a dead sleep, she jerked awake. Flame-golden eyes burned into her. Her heart stopped, then pounded. Is there a wolf staring at me...am I dreaming? Before she could blink or think, a tongue licked her cheek softly. Even in the dim interior she could see a wolf face...unless this was a dog-wolf hybrid. But how in the hell could it have gotten inside? Was it going to eat her? Again, the animal's tongue touched her cheek, as if to calm her. "Nice doggie," she tried, given his expression seemed benign.
As full golden wolf, a form beyond wolf, Zorzun covered his woman's body gently with his. Sniffing, he blew his breath against her face. Her scent activated his supernatural healing ability. Even though, he didn't know the cause of her ailments, his force enveloped her, penetrating. Zorzun realized many such healings would be needed to return her to vibrant health. Quickly, he determined why. Over a lifetime she'd been severely damaged by the poisonous pollutants blanketing Earth. Her body was too sensitive. She was so ethereal in nature that her tolerance remained low. Her eyes flew open. Beautiful Caribbean-azure eyes.
Run on the Wild Side of Romance
Kisses, Savanna Kougar